What breaks when a heart is broken?
Certainly not the flesh:
the muscle pumps along
oblivious to the pain
the brain is explaining.
Not the rhythm of the days -
even when the voice has lost
the will to sing along.
The empty house stands silent
but for an echo of laughter
and the lost groans of passion
inside a cold, conflicted head.
It's not the crackling nerves
pulsing and palpitating
at the top of awareness.
What's broken are the oaths:
the sincere I love you's,
the gratitude that destiny
sent this love your way,
the promise always implicit
in every kiss and coo.
No, it's the spirit that shatters:
the faithful soul that means no harm
the essence betrayed by reality
when the word goodbye rushes out
and the end you never want
comes too soon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem