One day in August many years ago, the strings to our hearts were woven together 

in a magical and sacred way.

They remained tied together though they were taken on a journey fraught with challenging

demons serpents and deep wounds.

But still, they stayed tied together.

They were torn apart and like a wound that leaves a scar

they cannot heal.  They are broken.   Ripped, callously slashed.

The heart lay bleeding, and wounded still

The beautiful and magical string is gone forever.