I received a call today
Not for me
But for my soul on legs.
She smiled when she heard the long lost voice
It was the missing, one day out, wishing her a
Happy Birthday from afar.
My heart broke again.
This is like a test, a test of me
Of the lengths I can stretch to
The distance I can bend, before I break.
I can feel that familiar ache again,
Another sorrow marked on the walls of my soul-cell
Deep in the gut where I was born, inside of me.
This happens again and again,
Even knowing that I should be focused elsewhere
On the Workshop notes I sketch, now hidden behind this document.
But I lost focus, because my heart broke again,
Softer this time, somewhere in the background.
There are true loves and
Loves that are true, then there are
True lovers, but that’s a kettle of a different colour.
Today I was reminded of all three, by that phone call
That phone call that was not for me, but
My soul on legs.
Today my heart broke again, in the quiet of the background of this thing that is me.Tweet