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