Poem by Anonymous

If grief is the price of love,
then i am forever in grief’s debt—
its depth knows no end
and into this void is where You led,
stopping on the way…
cold and nearly dead.
Now You decide to depart.
And You stole my heart
stripped it bare, tore it apart.
Shattered it into desperate little shards.
i gather the pieces; I really tried
with my hands gashed wide open,
liquid red spilling out on every side
and then You went ahead and You died.
You thief.
You aren’t paying for the price of love
with Your grief.