once you have given me
that part of you
you can never go back
I would carry it with me
until this physical host
that houses this soul
is turned to dust
until my spirit is a figment
of a goddess’s heart
and my memories,
those written in memoirs
have themselves been passed down
from the hands of a hopeless romantic and on
in my mind I see you
I know as I have no other
you are the fantasy made real
the desires of my heart made truth
those around me will reason with me
declaring you as false
but in the very fiber of my being
I know you as something to believe in
a beauty in a world of hatred

© Johanna Fugitt 2017