When I awoke Saturday, May 18 2013
Loveliness is no cure for loneliness
Bringing no further impulse to care.
You are the ribs that surround my heart
and I am scaling my every breath.
For every beat presses its best
Attempt at forgetting the past
but the cage was forged to last.
You left out some of the hard parts
and there are gaps between my love
and the end of my body.
Each breath closes in on the masses
of the stained and arid shelf of flesh.
The effect of your efforts so vast
That they protrude my sides
and display instead emotional starvation.
Still you are both the reminder and inviter
when there are jabs from others
in a constant fight over what I have forsaken.
My love and my heart never more than one.
In the same halfway hidden exposures
as much in labor as a lung they relate.
What you know will not kill me.
What you left of me remains.
My heart is my love.
Your wall makes a vault.
Full of anguish in the past tense
are my cells and memories.
Release the bind you buried over
my final line of being alive.
Soon my love would shatter you
until I had nothing left to support my heart.
So here you stay, sharp and menacing,
as if you linger a little longer than I thought.