ROTTEN HEART

With a donor heart on ice
In the trunk, following your vice
Without a codicil but
With the love of your life
Lifeless next to you
– That is, not left for dead –

You hurry and
A shuffle with fresh dirt
Lies traitorous in the back
The radio sounds like fog
You touched something intangible
Undoubtedly made a mistake

You let yourself into someone new
Took her with you
And detached her heart
Cut it from her sound body
To live the love of you life
If only for a while, again

On some abandoned parking lot
Desolate and tense, burdened
– Like a library after closing time –
You place the heart in her resonance box
And the moon stares
At your new double life
With the love of you life

You ask Luna, trembling
“Don’t tell anyone
Rather be quiet”
Then you mumble, in the new void
“Are you still you, recognize me,
My love, my life?”

© Hugo Nieuwenhuijse, 30 March 2005

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