Heart in a riddle, squeezed,
pressure pushing it down,
harder and harder as we part.
Shredded, Sifted,
the holes closing in.
Straining
Delicate red tears drop, ooze.
Hands surrounding
tightening their grip.
Throttling.
My head beating out my hearts last words.
The room expands without you,
I cannot hear your breath,
Silence. Space. Solitude.
I cannot feel your warmth,
Bed doubles in size,
I reach out
to a feather pillow
like a plaster cast surround it marks your head.
Our pulses loose synchronization.
I miss the monotonous things.
An organ playing a violin's tune.
Red pulp frozen in a heart shaped jelly mould
Defrost it next month for homecoming
Serve it up to him, my heart on a plate.