Even if an angel were to roll away
the heavy stone-like lid that sealed his heart,
he wouldn't find you in it any longer.
He once cleaned up her wounds
and anointed her with oil
hoping to preserve her in it.
He hid her then under layers
of linen-like distractions,
with myrrh and aloes in between.
Hidden away from wind and rain
he hoped that she would remain
with wounds all healed and new flesh.
It must have been a long time since
he closed his heart,
for she is no longer there.
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