Arrow

I watch my feelings for you

Take the shape of an arrow

That keeps hitting me hard...

How often does one carry

Grief and relief together?

I will let the arrows hit me...

Only to chase, where they get

This burning red color

They've spilled on my gratitude...

That isn't killed yet

But looks a bit dead, indeed

And I traced the arrows, back to me.

(as always)

-Al