11_1_12

We were married
almost one year ago
to the
day.

You are
starting to hear
my heart song
which is
a
wail.

You didn’t hear
it
when
it was
a
whisper

a
tiny
voice
which
i
could
barely
speak
out
loud.

but now
that voice
is a solemn
cry.
a steady weeping

and now
you hear
it.

Too bad.
I
am
angry
now.

You think
this
can
be fixed
with
popsicles
and
band-aids

kisses
on my
ouches

like a
father
kisses
the
skinned
knees

of his
daughter

but this
is not
a skinned
knee.

This
is my heart

and it
is
tired
of
aching.