A Part Of Your Heart Poem by Donal Mahoney

The guillotine dropped
between you and a friend
over coffee and small talk.

The first time it dropped
it was someone who said
something that took

a part of your heart.
Years later you wonder how
a silly comment like that

could doom a friendship
that had bloomed for years.
But you raised the blade again

in case someone else took
another part of your heart.
And, of course, someone did.

The blade's back up and ready
but you know you've dropped it
too fast and too often.