Our Hearts The Narrators Poem by BiggRich Shuping

What weighs heavy on the heart spills over
Splattered spillages
That radiates through our demeanour
We carry on our faces
The burdens of our hearts
What I moulded with my tongue
Was sung through my lips
With perfected eloquence,
Precision without omission
But my heart whispered another song
A note of contradiction
Laced with a forlorn melody
Another sad story...
Another heart broken
But with it comes a certain kind of freedom

I'm sorry I said
Real sorry I am
Mastering all her courage
She managed two words, 'It's okay.'
Pushing back her tears
She stood and left
It wasn't okay
Because from the coordination of her footsteps
Emanated a song of melancholy
The pain on her face
Couldn't be hidden
Beneath the skin surface
It relayed the message
Narrated by her solemn heart
And I could hear every single word
But why couldn't she hear mine?
'Cause for some time now
It told of my story
It narrated chapters
And this was the last
We have reached the epilogue
And I just read the last line

Another sad story...
Another broken heart
My heart, her heart
Our hearts the narrators