Sat in a medical chair
Every tiny sound a deafening scream
I’m too old and too tired to listen anymore.
I see you across the room
And suddenly the years wash away.
We are back in the bar
Your black dress sparkling under neon
And now my heart is full.
I try to traverse the space
But it is like an ocean between us,
I just want to touch your hand and tell you how I feel.
But I instantly tip over
Seemingly in slow motion.
I feel my bones shatter
And now my heart beats its final hurrah.
Fade to black
But my god, you were worth it.
[My poetry collection, My Heart, The Rocket, available now via Amazon)