sensory

"Awake to feel the Ache"

I tore out a piece of my heart
so that I could give it to you
to have
but as I outstretched my hand to give
you were not there
you were late.

Someone else tugged at my heart
the girl with big hands
who wanted anyone's anything
She squeezed
squeezing the life out of it.
When she realized
it no longer had a connection to me
she let go.

And your sister watched it fall
watched it hit the dirt
before she turned to walk away
and still you were not there.
You were late.

I tried to pick up my heart
the bits of it
ripped out with good intentions
as a gift.
I tried to dust it off
make it shiny and alive again.
I put it back into my chest
thinking
maybe it could heal itself
if it were home.

Holding my chest
the dull ache
of a broken heartbeat.
I was alone in the silence.
You - still away
still late as always
so I waited - still waiting
for something that will never come:
A feeling of security.