Has your heart become your enemy too,
plotting against you at night,
scaling the flights of your psyche,
some thief right by your window,
tapping on the glass,
reminding you of the world outside?
Does your heart pain you so?
Does it let you forget in waking,
but dreams you dreams at night,
on some beach, in some forest,
far from harm and pain,
where time and hurt never happened?
Does it wrench you to waking,
while the moon is high and the wind is cold,
and remind you of the hole it ate through you,
and you wait for sleep to come,
but your heart chases it away,
with old memories?
Does your heart long for me,
the way it never did when we were together?
Does it bleed for me the way mine does still?
Do you long now the way I used to long?
I hoped that you might for company.
I hoped that you didn't for care.
And I type this out, word for word,
like an empty pen on hungry paper,
each word drained and meaningless,
with my pained heart thirsty for ink,
that can only be drawn from forbidden wells.
One heart broken, one heart lost.
-o0o-
