Harlem Remake
I feel it
It starts at the bottom of my heart and trickles down
Into the pit of my stomach
Then lower
Until it reaches my soul
I want to know
What happens to love lost
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-
And turn into heartbreak?
I think it just sags like a heavy load
Because everyone knows
Love isn’t coming back