My heart
Indignant
Lay broken
at your feet
You didn’t
catch it
Though you
asked for it to fall
“Come to me”
you’d say…
Knowing it
had to fight to join you
But you couldn’t
wait
Now, here it
is
Bruised and
torn
It beats and
throbs to show that it still lives
Yours to
have
But where
are you to collect the pieces
And stitch
it back together as if it were your own?
Gone
Was it all a
dream?
My heart slows
Its soul has
fled
Its pulse --
No more