Poetics of Language

FICKLE HEART

A broken heart is simply a heart that has a
chance to become stronger.
It’s a heart that is more self-sufficient,
more open to the truth, and more capable of
lasting love.
– Martha Beck, Finding Your Own North Star &
Expecting Adam

Lover, friend or stranger?
You talked for hours on and off in a week
of trips together
of meeting up when work time allowed
of visits solely for you
of elation running through your heart on seeing her
of how good to hear her voice that
erased the heaviness of your heart

Then an abrupt 180-degree turn &
the connection was severed.

You of the fickle mind & heart!
Feelings are platonic you say,
that lust wouldn’t cut it at all – but your mien betrayed something else

What was she to think ?

What was she to do?

Leave-taking was her option yet you asked for reassurance of her
not leaving you again – – your eyes pleading as you held her arm in a vice grip.

Then another arrow to her heart:
“You can’t escape watching Sex & the City with
your girl if she wants to watch it  together” was your latest Facebook status.