"Soul Mates"

Here in the wild underbrush of Ferns
I weep for the one once lost...
No one can hear me,
And I like it that way...
The tear duct under my right eye bursts,
Blood starts to pour out instead of salty water.
I wipe away the crimson liquid with the sleeve of my shirt...
Stopping to notice, the blood seems to spread...
Over my arm, through my shirt...
Droplets cover the dead earth.
My finger reaches down;
The blood is still warm.
It draws a heart with a bloody trail;
Never leaving the ground.
A slight wind rustles the leaves above me...
I do not look up as someone asks,
"Are you enemies now?"
The voice was a deadly growl...
I lightly shake my head,
And reply with a voice so hurt, but so serene,
"No, worse. We're soul mates."
My laugh filled the silent air....