We are heavy.

Ah, my heart is heavy
so heavy. It
sits like a fat Turkish lord
Overbearing, with studded rings and opulence
spilling flesh I still need onto a carpeted floor.
Your heart is heavy? says the earth, whispering to me as she cradles my pieces
how many feet have trod on me in battles, feet running to meet lovers who can never come back
Tears sinking into dreams that can’t don’t come true, you
think your heart is heavy because of your present, but
I am heavy for what can never be and once was, my friend.
Kiss me and thank it for your burden so light, so precious, a reminder of what it means to still be alive. To feel.

Leave a Reply