Poem: cracked

And I will break my own heart
I will break my own heart from now on
“Taxes,” Geese

you have never
broken my heart

i trust you
will never break my heart

i did not sign up for this
cracked a fissure in my heart



like the summer
you went away with someone else

when i asked you
if i had been there

would it have hurt my feelings
and you said yes



you have never
broken my heart

i trust you
will never break my heart

i did not sign up for this
cracked a fissure in my heart



when i see my hand
i see my father’s hand

unsure if it is the veins
or the shape of the hand

it is the hand holding your foot
in relief again your skin



you have never
broken my heart

i trust you
will never break my heart

i did not sign up for this
cracked a fissure in my heart



(this hasn’t happened yet
but i know that it will)


i am listening to music you don’t like
on my noise canceling headphones

you are making your dinner
that i won’t eat

and then suddenly it seems
everything was exactly as it should have been



you have never
broken my heart

i trust you
will never break my heart

i did not sign up for this
cracked a fissure in my heart

—P.L. Thomas