(From Three Nights of a Broken Heart)
My lover said goodbye on the phone.
I didn’t speak again – ever
So that my last words: “I love you”
Would not be profaned.
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If they came today
And tore me limb from limb
It would hurt me no more
Than your silence.
It would, in fact,
Be a relief.
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I have moved you from the realm
Of reality to fantasy
Where you can break my heart
Without doing so much damage.
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Tears are how a broken heart bleeds
Sometimes I believe I will bleed to death through my tears
But the bleeding stops, for a while
And I’m fine, for a while…
Then something touches my mending heart
A flower, a poem, a memory
And I collapse in a pool of tear-blood
My eyes, two hemophiliacs, pouring out warm sorrow onto the floor.
©Patricia Rose Grigadean, 1996
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