‘Heart’

I wish I could

see with your eyes

then I’d know

what you see

when you look

back into mine

and perhaps

the thoughts in

your head

would become like

a spindle

with thread

I’m pulling

the truth

right through

the eye of

the needle.

most days you

tell me

I’m

‘getting better’

and I nod

silently

like the drift

of a feather

falling

to

a

place

I’ve yet to venture

“unless there’s

something

you’re not

telling

so

I

don’t

know”

I’d tell you

but

than

I could never

see

you

again

and to end

something

because of

the heart

in my chest

is foolish.

I’ll think

with

my

head

instead.