11.35
My heart lies there on the table. A scalpel beside it. Walk to it and pick it up. With surgical precision, insert the scalpel into my heart. Make the incision deep, from top to bottom. Peel the sides back and pin them. Grab the magnifying glass for examination.
11.38
A butterfly lights on a crumbling wall. Waves crash against it, taking with it the fragmented pieces of history, washing them back out to sea. A raven swoops in and devours the monarch. A clock nailed to a tree keeps time. I'm in a rocking chair on a cliff, watching the ocean play it's game with the shore.
11.40
In the top left corner of my now exposed heart, there you are. You take up the entire space. Ribbons of love and friendship and unconditional acceptance weave through the muscle and sinew. Fear peppers the edges. A series of photographs lay next to the dissection tray. Photos of you and me. Photos of what was, what is and what may be.
11.43
A discordant echo trips off the wall, mingling with the waves. The clock stills. The air is crisp and the wind is stark. The sun is gone now. A series of photographs scatter about my feet. Photos of you and me. Photos of what was, what is and what may be.
11.47
I bend to pick one up. There you are, your arm around me. We're both smiling and very happy. I pick another one up. You're sitting on my porch, drinking a beer with him, the both of you laughing and happy. I am on the steps in front of you both, grinning and happy. I pick up another and it is just me. And I am so very alone.
11.50
I ask you to help me stitch my heart back into my chest. It doesn't hurt, I say while handing you the needle and thread. I trust you. I trust you more than I trust myself. I've had my truedream and you've had yours. No matter the circumstance, I love you.
My heart lies there on the table. A scalpel beside it. Walk to it and pick it up. With surgical precision, insert the scalpel into my heart. Make the incision deep, from top to bottom. Peel the sides back and pin them. Grab the magnifying glass for examination.
11.38
A butterfly lights on a crumbling wall. Waves crash against it, taking with it the fragmented pieces of history, washing them back out to sea. A raven swoops in and devours the monarch. A clock nailed to a tree keeps time. I'm in a rocking chair on a cliff, watching the ocean play it's game with the shore.
11.40
In the top left corner of my now exposed heart, there you are. You take up the entire space. Ribbons of love and friendship and unconditional acceptance weave through the muscle and sinew. Fear peppers the edges. A series of photographs lay next to the dissection tray. Photos of you and me. Photos of what was, what is and what may be.
11.43
A discordant echo trips off the wall, mingling with the waves. The clock stills. The air is crisp and the wind is stark. The sun is gone now. A series of photographs scatter about my feet. Photos of you and me. Photos of what was, what is and what may be.
11.47
I bend to pick one up. There you are, your arm around me. We're both smiling and very happy. I pick another one up. You're sitting on my porch, drinking a beer with him, the both of you laughing and happy. I am on the steps in front of you both, grinning and happy. I pick up another and it is just me. And I am so very alone.
11.50
I ask you to help me stitch my heart back into my chest. It doesn't hurt, I say while handing you the needle and thread. I trust you. I trust you more than I trust myself. I've had my truedream and you've had yours. No matter the circumstance, I love you.
ironmog:
I can so totally picture it all too. Thank you lady for being you. Its what I need sometimes.