Take my heart
Rip it apart
In it’s place
Replace it with a tin heart
I don’t want to feel
The pain that I feel
The emotions I feel
When I think of you
Tears come to my eyes
When I think of you
My smile turns to a frown
Thinking of the distance that separates us
I wake up in the night
Thinking of you
Stretch my hand across the bed
I feel the cold
That reminds me of the emptiness
It has reached a point
A day can’t go by without hearing your voice
This feels like a year
I have to face the harsh reality
That you are not near
If I had one wish
I would ask you to take my heart
When you leave
And return it when you return.
©thelma migue, 2011
From the cizoepoetry collection
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