Aloud, read the dark, brooding man:
"Watch the embers burst into the catacombs of my soul.
And I do implore…
I do implore that you guard your heart,
For these embers will destroy the core of you…
Leaving nothing but an empty shell…
An empty--"
“Kind, sir.
Can you tell me, have you seen my heart?”
I inquire.
“I’m afraid I’ve not seen your heart, my dear,
For you’ve no heart to see.”
“No heart to see?”
I gasp.
“Pitiful girl,
Your heart’s been dead for years.”
He says coolly.
“Dead… for….”
My head throbs,
My vision blurs,
And I can feel the overwhelming ache of emptiness
Free itself from the shadows of my soul.
“Years…”
My heart’s been dead for years?
“Is that why,
No matter how badly I wish to love another,
I never can?” I ask.
“Afraid so, miss.
Love is once in a lifetime.
Lose it, and it shan‘t be found again.”
And then he just turns away…
Turns away as if…
As if we’d been discussing something trivial,
Something as trivial as the…
Weather and,
Mumbling candied words of the existential
Faintly to himself,
He fades into the background
Of the busy cobblestone streets.
Though suddenly,
Almost violently,
Everything began to make sense.
I wasn’t…
I wasn’t capable of love anymore.
And I haven’t been…
For years.
Oh, yes!
Very clear now.
In this lousy moment of my absurd disgrace,
Ludicrous tremors of laughter overcome my body,
And I don’t bother to fight them,
Nor to hide them.
Strangers might be staring,
But there's no use in pretending…
Pretending to be what I’m not,
….And what I’ll again never be.