Prose – The Heart That Lingers


– The Heart That Lingers –

You play at my life
like a game of chess;
castle me to take my place,
discard me with the rest.

I am just another
of your helpless pawns,
and hopeless is the heart that lingers
upon a lost love for too long.

After a while you start to wonder
if you could ever be that strong,
if somewhere in the depths of longing
the soul still marches on.