Sometime in the night
over a dark ocean
my heart went missing,
the last signals
incomprehensible.
In the morning
on the back of the blank water
debris:
a torn love seat
a symphony program
a blanket from our bed.
And all along the horizon
a long trail
of oil and tears
and heart's blood.
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