August 8, 2009
My heart,
Longing to be with another
Calls out in its own cry of
It skitters
And flutters
And shudders to a stop
Whenever I hear his name.
This isn’t real,
Not happening to me.
This isn’t real,
It can’t be.
This is fiction stuff—
Not my life.
I read about this,
Didn’t think it was real.
My heart,
Longing to love something
Beats to be heard.
I can hear it
All too loudly.
But nobody else does.
No one else is near.
It cries out louder
And louder
Trying to reach the one it calls to.
He is
Too far.
Too far away.

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