SECOND-HAND HEART
Deja vu
watching
her mouth move
but hearing only
deathly
silence
She finally
summons
the courage
to finally
say it
Then I walk
back
through
the wooded path
My boots
crunching
cracking
snapping
breaking
the sticks
as I go
alone
My second-hand
heart
has been here before
it has been
mended
poorly
with
needle and thread
Ready to unravel
with the slightest
puff of wind
I don't believe
I can
protect it
anymore
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© Doghaus
18 January 2018
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Doghaus