A part of my heart has been amputated,
removed by the scalpel of his words,
leaving me wanting for the phantom
of our future that is no longer and never will be.
A part of my heart has been amputated,
it beats differently now, hurt, aching, betrayed,
a desperate want to feel the familiar,
yet knowing the past is no longer and never was.
A part of my heart has been amputated,
beating for what is, resilient, strong
embracing the beauty of my being,
living for now and for what will be. — © January 24, 2019
