dear r: this is all there is left

this is all there is left

dear r:

many things begin with sex
and i understand that we might
never value love in the same way

loving you was
not something i learned
it was just something i knew

and you extracted a
concentrated love from my heart
to emolliate the collapse of
your failed heart beat

you seized my heart
with open hands and
called me a benefactor

always approaching
never arriving but
orphic and precarious

this is all there is left
now, two pages of words
and some burnt images
in my mind you
chose to fly away

my heart bleeds while
time ticks away
this is all there is left
and i am done with it

i want you to pause the
cogs and gears inside
your mechanical heart

to reflect on what
has been given : a
philanthropic bandage
on a wounded lonely heart

i continue my life
i survive



JANEisnotplain 11.1.08