His past deeds lie like discarded ashes
on the grey landscape of her heart.
Swirling around in that arid space
where his previous actions and words,
cut deep, like brutal swords,
leaving deep wounds and lashes
in a weary heart already dotted
with scars upon scars and gashes.
And he tries, oh he tries to make her heal.
He strives to atone, to make her feel,
that he sincerely wishes a fresh start.
But like a restless leaf in the wind,
she has drifted, she has fallen apart.
Each time she looks at his face,
the ashes in her throbbing heart burst
into fresh smoldering embers,
and she begins to painfully remember
until memories ignite into flames,
razing a heart that lies burned
scorched to pieces beyond his claim.