The Wait

Today,

My heart hurts when I wake up in the morning.

Alone.

Feet cold on the marble floor.

This morning, I am missing my heart.

The beat has died, but a hand squeezes it awake.

Ropes lift my unforgiving eyelids.

Swollen because of the raging river below.

If I rewind to day 1,

I can tell you the exact week, the exact day,

The exact hour, the exact moment,

This pain started.

I was whole, I was a blazing sun.

Alone in the endless empty space.

And a single planet decided to collide.

And take some of my fire with him.

But it was me who had decided,

To give a part of me away.

Now, I stand on only one leg.

I can’t run, but I can’t stay.

And this disease has spread to my head.

The tangled hair covers the empty scalp.

Logic has creeped out my ears,

And the meaningless words have begun to crawl in.

I have given myself away,

To see the grass grow in my neighbor’s yard.

Love is about giving,

But how much is there to give,

When you are barely there?