monday afternoon
september 22, 2008

you had a weak heart that compensated by beating faster
thinking that it was all the same
eager to rush blood out to your body
hoping that time and again
it would all return. regardless of whether or not
you could keep track of everything that was
supposed to come back around.
pumped out right away. like a machine.

i wish sometimes we could hold it in for ourselves.
take some time to let it warm us. fill us
but the few that can, die because of it. stagnant.
and the rest, drain it much too quickly
as if love was something like a game of
hot potato for two.

the slow lub-dubs seem so far removed right now
i wish we could restore that.
a strong and confident rhythm
a healthy, happy heart