My Heart, A Book Of Losses

Open my pages

unfolding in four chambers

glossy with blood

veins of words

trailing across them

My heart is full of losses

it is hollowed out 

invisible 

nothing to see there

but great empty spaces

Some days it just seeps in

feeling deeply

I lost the memory of me

somewhere between 

112 and 129

Sometimes sadness takes 

a hold of my throat 

travels down to my chest

that cavernous hold

a multitude of sailing ships

writing a great V 

in their wake