Dead At Heart Poem by cheryl davis miller

How could it be that I grieve so
yet you never remember me?
Try to move on, forward not back
but my head and heart can't agree.

How's one pretend, it matters not?
One half of a whole's still the same.
Missed that class in the school of life.
I flinch each time I hear your name.

What made your heart grow cold and hard?
How do you take a breath these days?
You now exist, while dead at heart
as the smile on your face displays.


cdm 11/13/15