Memoirs of a Transplant Heart
I
The first thump is strong,
this reassuring throbbing
and blood rush brings warmth.
II
It’s like the scales are
trying to balance between
the weak and strong beats.
III
Treading carefully
I open these doors, fearful,
but I can’t hide now.
IV
I met a stranger,
he sang me a lullaby…
I drowned in his voice.
V
I could feel his pulse,
our melodies mix just right
between locked fingers.
VI
Words flowing like silk,
they wrapped me up, embracing,
we both said three words.
VII
His hands grabbed me tight
but when I looked at his eyes
they didn’t smile back.
VIII
We beat different,
echoing as memories,
not making new ones.
IX
Each pump hurts like hell,
I’m trying to pull out knives
the slammed door stabbed with.
X
I feel ghosts tracing
everywhere he used to be,
and I have to pause.
XI
Mouth and mind both say
it never mattered to me.
I just glare at both.
XII
Can’t say I forgot,
but maybe his heart had just
tuned me out of key.
XIII
I danced with music.
The lyrics did not remind
me of him this time.
XIV
I bought a tuner
and, would you imagine that
he had fallen flat?
XV
Give me the pencil,
I’ll write a new piece with some
better harmonies.