A Loss of Love

My heart was shrinking, but the sac still swelled.
Congestive, the heart failure still indwelled.
The experts won't consider that a loss of love
can damage all of life. Like anger that keeps
growing 'tween a husband and a wife.
In fields of relation, weeds still grow.
Invisible, the maintenance undone.
Luggage filled to overflowing.
Wishing just to leave, but knowing
life would lead them back again somehow.
Sweat, like drops of dew upon the brow.
Short of breath, pretending to be proud.
Held back with all one's might, yet still,
a point comes when we have to let it go.
To find again a particle of hope.
It's hard to dream when all you wished
was turned into more weeds. And you
found that you just couldn't cope
with words that made you freeze.
He left. And time went on. It always does.
But still, he filled the corners with a buzz.
As if he'd left the worst of him behind.
Your crying jags can't pay for all his crimes.
It was like he'd placed a hex on you.
The moving on became too hard to do.
For everything was slowing down inside.
Your heart was shrinking, but the sac still swelled.
Congestive, the heart failure still indwelled.
But still, the experts won't admit
how loss of love can damage all of life...

? Michaelette ?

10/26/2004
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