My Heart. Is Broken.

This is the end, the little death

That's been hanging in the wind,

And I wonder

Like a bird flying from a perch

Unobserved

If it was ever there to begin with

Or a trick

Of my death seeking senses.

My heart

Is broken.

These are the only words.

My heart.

Is broken.

The feeling of shriveled souls

Tears welling in a wounded chest

The mortal coil of deep love

Unwinding in my battered breast.

My heart.

Is broken.

So much suffering

In so few words.

All the nights we spent

Twinned and twined

Hopes and dreams

The swell of your chest

And I lay spent and pressed

Head on navel

Cradled between your legs.

My heart.

Is broken.

These are the only words.