I’ve carried you with me for as long as I can remember. My earliest memory as a five year old girl. Suddenly brought to tears crying out for you. A lover whom I can’t quite recall but my soul calls out to you. But you abandoned me. I waited for you and you never came. I withstood every test and trial thinking you were the reward waiting for me, but you forgot me. I clung to my faith in you like a child to a fathers leg. So desperate for you to come save me. Pathetically so when I should have saved myself. Instead my faith in you killed my soul. Perhaps it’s better that way. Without a soul one cannot yearn for a soulmate. Because what I settled for in every blind attempt to convince myself it was you I’ve bled myself dry. Of tears, of heart and of faith. I no longer believe in you. I no longer believe in us. And I curse your damn feathers of black.