By Chris W.
Date: 19 July 2000
Arthritis
Dial tone, like the buzz of a drill,
and a hole opened in me that I hadn't even known
she had filled.
It was a simple, quiet, and unresisted end, but
it felt like my love had been aborted
in the late stages of its beauty.
What I thought might send me wailing in grief had
only left me melting into soulful dissonance
as my emotions, torn sharply, would only mete out
a dull and unrelenting pain.
But she and I were not growing together,
and our discord was abrasive, so much so
that our misaligned paths caused an erosion that left our
fomerly love-founded castle crumbled.
I felt the familiar pain in my chest,
but it was a love-broken attack on the heart,
a stroke of emotional pain...
and my heart now beats with phantom arthritis.
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