Ablation.

scraped clean

ablation of the heart.

I am wandering inside
my own imagination;
scraped the walls
of my heart clean.

If I bled I didn't notice
anything but a
slow seeping of my strength
from every pore --

and cold, so very cold,
the chill that comes from you
pushing me away
for no damned good reason

except you are afraid
for me to stay.

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"Are we okay," she said, with tears at the corner of her eyes,
He picked her up, and held her, taking her by surprise,
"What brought this on," he said, as if he didn't know.
She's wondering if he'll do the same this time,
or just let her go.

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She feels safe when she is with you
which is why you are worried
She wants something
She does not.

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for once in your life
look in her eyes and
don't read what's not there.
just listen to her words
and believe some things
are precisely
what they seem to be.

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Author's Note

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

When you do this this way you do it so well it makes my eyes water. A little, I'm far too manly for anything as weak, wimpy, wussy as the "t" word.

The Ablation theme comes home to me this morning. We have some recent experience with one sense of the word. Not the imperial "we" - the her and me "we." The other poems... good mortar and brick, mortar and brick to the structure. More than workmanlike, as usual.

[Lyn Anderson]

You are too kind my friend. Bricks and mortar. I like that. The back story that holds it all together. I appreciate your time.

[Coyote Poetry]

I missed your poetry. The poem is powerful and you create places and thoughts for the reader to ponder.
"If I bled I didn't notice
anything but a
slow seeping of my strength
from every pore --"
We will bleed often and know true love and friendship rarely. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

You are too kind my friend. As of late a complicated life has taken a front seat.

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm still here. I hope you are doing okay.
Coyote