Eyes wide open, but heart closed to your love.
For now I’m moving on and accepting my loneliness as a gift.
Thank you for showing me the broad expanse of your back
When I tried to talk to you and express my feelings.
Never again will I trace these steps toward you,
For the bridge has collapsed with me yet walking along it.
Not only has the thought of you dies in my mind;
But the heart you once carried in your palm
Is now placed under the earth and buried.
A replacement has been presented in its place.
Its round edges rub against the tissue surrounding it,
Causing irritation and agony and the feeling is worse than loss.
The critical organ does not fit perfectly as the prior,
And, therefore, sends false messages to my flesh and brain,
Which gives the perception that all is as good as new.
Lying to myself, trying to prove I still don’t want you.
Digging for the heart needed to cease the confusion of my body.
I hold it in my grasp wondering if someday its shape will fill.
Cold as a rock, it lays in my palm, black and hard.
Until your love can reclaim it and give it life,
My body’s confusion remains and breath is still lost.