Magdalene

through the twisting streets and blind alleys she deftly
walks amidst the memories and wonders if perhaps

the salvation he offered was another empty promise
from yet another man who left her though this time

in a way she never expected as she remembers the darkness
that eclipsed the edge of his face while he whispered to her

or some other voice far away that he had been abandoned
when it was she who would have to face the empty

days without his embrace that had once soothed her
like his stories had placated the multitudes who eventually turned

on him as her emotions now revolved around the vow
he had offered before he ascended past her touch

perhaps to return but would it be too late
to do her any good or would he be just another

mark on the tree of life that held some hidden message
on her way home to the light and salvation

she searches for on these twisting streets and blind alleys
that cage her mind like some wounded creature on the run