Where is my Heart?

I know it’s there

Photo by Taqqy RB on Unsplash

Tears blur my vision and obstruct my view,

no windshield wipers to clear them away.

Where is my heart?

I know it’s there

in my chest,

beneath my breasts

that so often comforted you

or aroused you —

and me.

I can feel the rhythm

of the relentless beating,

each pulse

a gift of life.

But your broken heart

beat you to death.

How do I go on

willing my heart

to pound on?

Live, love,

again and again.

I still do

even with you gone,

because you

will never be

absent

from my heart.

You live in it still

forever you will

until

it can beat no more.

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