I have bad dreams where she's
dating a poet now,
But not like me, he's
Classically Trained and
in touch with
his Feminine Side-
Didn't find his words
in the wreckage
Unlike me he's not so
rough around the edges
that it hurts her
To hold him...
Listen Doc,
The pain is right under
the pectoral line and
slightly left of center...
Feels like someone put a pistol
to my heart
and shot it empty.
Heartbroken Hypertension.
She is the nurse
at my bed
at 3 am.
She chides me for not
watching my blood pressure.
Silent Killer, she says.
The Killer is me.
She hears my heart cry out for her through her stethoscope,
she can prescribe nothing
except for honesty.
Brutal truths make pills
hard to swallow.
I ask if she's happier with
a gardener in a war than
a warrior in the garden.
She asks why she'd need something as useless as a warrior in peacetime,
and reminds me that
I was only ever at war with myself...
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