Heart Attack

They showed me an x-ray,
Several.
Each one focusing more and more on my heart.
I wasn’t astonished
There was nothing to fear.
I had nothing to say
And there was nothing to hear.
I knew my condition from the start.

The final x-ray, digitally coloured,
Showed purple bruising,
Red indicated irregular beat.
Used to have an arrow cruising
Through, between initials.
I mentioned this.
The doctor shook his head sadly.
They had spoken
My heart was to be broken.
Yet I still loved her madly.

The next x-ray, they said,
Would show a complete jagged break.
This one was in deep shadow, forlorn.
Feeling sorrow for such a lonely heart
And deep within me, deep heart ache.
I took this insight of me
To where I live – to sob and to mourn.

Then ……
Another day was born.
Had my heart-print framed.
Sent it to her, with a note
And a photo of the bench
With our hearts carved in it.
No one had won,
And no one was blamed.

The note read …………

With your eyes you see my heart
Without, within and forever in wood.
See the changes
And the changes between us.
Let nothing demean us
Or what we had.
For the heart in the wood is forever good.
The x-ray is not right, despite what they say ……
Good like we had, should never go bad.

Changes apart, heart to heart,
We could quell this heartbreaking wrench,
By spending sweet moments together again,
Alone on our favourite heart-carved bench.

Just being silly and playing on words, when in reality I'm sitting here blinking back tears because your words often touch me so deeply.

Thank you, Sir Rusty.

Love and Blessings,

Alice