Dead Eyes

The twinkling light in her eyes slowly died over the years.

I noticed it the day we got married.

It was as if a snuffer was being held over the flame.

Each time it was about to be extinguished, the snuffer would disappear and leave well enough alone.


The moments in-between were far and few.

She began to withdraw from me.

Run from love.


It hurts the heart to see the one you love, agonize.

I tried everything to revitalize her, but once they let go, there's nothing more to do.


Drowning in that weightlessness, there's no resuscitation.  

Aches and Pains

Last night I ripped my heart directly from my body.

I fully expected it to stop beating, but to my surprise it drummed on.

Interested, I poked and prodded the organ with a push pin.

With every prick, it reacted violently, shielding itself from being pierced.

I took hold of the organ and squeezed it as tight as I could, but it's strength overpowered me.

I dropped it in the toilet and tried flushing it down, but it was too big to be refused.

Exhaustively, I placed the heart in a box and tried to go to sleep.

Its thumpa thumpa kept me up most of the night, so I wrapped the box up with my crispest wrapping paper and left it on your door step.

It's selfish to burden you with this responsibility, but you were the obvious choice.

This all started with you, and it's only fair that it remain with you, always and forever.

Love,

Drew

Trumped

That angry, putrid face is a thing of nightmares.

If only when I closed my eyes, there would be a sign of peace.