how can something that
(difficulty breathing
eyes burning)
is reflected in no test or xray
(head aching,
insomnia)
has no physical manifestations,
(lethargy,
confusion)
is cured by no therapy or pill
(numbness,
fatigue)
feel as real as any sickness?
(forgetfulness,
nausea)
that, boys and girls,
is the mystery of a broken heart.
12-29-07
by Shannon flanders
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