Irrelevance and futility

Am I too young
To know what my heart wants?
To know why my heart aches?

My cardiologist
Keeps putting me through tests
And next week he reads the results
Of my 24 hour heart monitor

Will the jumps and tweaks
Of the little dial
Show correlation
With my time away from you?

This may be the first documented case
Of an emotionally damaged heart
Manifested physically

After you broke my heart
As promised
I thought I glued up all the cracks
Duct taped the damn thing together
And took care with bubble wrap

But now I'm a twenty something
On a cardiologist's urgent list
And it happened with in weeks
Of my new reproximity to you

Please stop asking why
I hold my chest and wince
Otherwise
I may tell you
Just how much I'll always
I love you