She wandered into my heart, &
at that moment, the blood refused to pump.
All of the different offices began to quit.
I felt a terrible pain in my chest,
began to cough.
Over time, she’s wandered all over my body.
At times, she lets me know where she is
by dancing.
My many organs have cried out, stating
that she needs to go,
that either she leaves or they will all
protest and quit.
I’ve attempted to explain to them
that no matter what, change is inevitable
that no matter what, something is bound to
change.
Now, I wander in eternal ecstasy,
carrying her with me
everywhere I go.
Does Heaven Allow Carry-ons?
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