Heart Dent

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Heart Dent 

 

 

Old soul died young. 

Set in your ways by the age of four. 

Crotchety at seven. 

Downright cantankerous at ten. 

And then you died at eleven.

And maybe that was why

You seemed like such an old soul.

 

Wide eyes born open.

My eyes, staring back at me

And beyond and around me

Agog and agape.

Gobbling up the big everything.

Surprised at the world.

Brows arched, wide eyes.

 

Each breath counting as one less.

When the day came.

And the last one was spent.

And I died a little too

While the ghost of you flitted

In my peripheral vision.

Cursed to outlive you with each breath.

 

Heart dented, un mended.

You left without a note.

No warning, no prep.

Only the waves to counsel me

Along a shore you would have to leave un run.

But I keep your leash and collar

Trudge solo, heart dented.

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