Not Exactly a Love Poem
She held
my heart
in her hands.
It’s too heavy
she said
and she
dropped it
like a hot potato.
I’m sorry
she said.
It’s fine.
It’s fine.
I didn’t have
much use
for it anyway.
Jaundré van Breda © 2020
Not Exactly a Love Poem
She held
my heart
in her hands.
It’s too heavy
she said
and she
dropped it
like a hot potato.
I’m sorry
she said.
It’s fine.
It’s fine.
I didn’t have
much use
for it anyway.
Jaundré van Breda © 2020