It begins with a mere thought that catches,
off-guard, a shard in heart's core, and a
memory starts. The sound of a voice can
spark into lightning speed as it greases
new parts in an uneasy mind. Heartache
begins with silent unlocking of hunger so
deep it reels from sutured emotion, outwins
any attempt to surmount lonely needs
and sends waves of salt-laden yearning to
speak face to face with the lover who holds
an end to heated internal desire. A personal
pyre of distance is lit and smoulders with
flame of secretive love. Heartache is needier
than any obsession, and remains unyielding.
bind blowing a very powerful write ,a great closing line too