Wednesday, July 3, 2013

broken heart (walking in the rain)

broken heart (walking in the rain)

Gertrude: O Hamlet, thou hast cleft my heart in twain
Hamlet: Oh, throw away the worser part of it,
And live the purer with the other half.
Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 4

i dreamed of temporary tattoos
walking on the beach & towering cities
i swear to god i dreamed of you

people speak of broken hearts
and i suppose my heart is broken
but it seems to me it has been erased

i am a tongue that no longer tastes
finger tips that cannot feel a thing
eyes & ears trapped in a dark box

i often see two women walking
both white-haired and rail thin

they seem almost too frail to stand
walking with shared determination

the shorter woman holding the elbow
of the taller and weaker companion

i have no idea who these women are
life-long friends or sisters or lovers

but i know with all lucid certainty
that they have each other entirely

that tugs at the memory of my heart
lying on the beach we walked together

summers are usually times of drought
but days have been dampened by storms

i often walk in the rain crying because
almost no one notices beneath umbrellas

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