Sear

It’s painful to be detached from the one you love, and love dearly. The physical detachment is trying, but nothing in comparison with the detachment of the heart, where either one or both goes to a place, that refuses the other to follow suit. 
Then, both hearts are left beating weakly, with open wounds of absent love, infested by worms of pride, robbing both of the joy, strength and union of two hearts that beats best together. 

What can you do? What will you do? What will both do and must do. 

To know a Love that goes beyond oneself, again, again and again…always.
None of mine, but grant Your Love from above.