Emily Cari Clifford
Antique Heart - Poem by Emily Cari Clifford
You tore my heart from my sleeve
And wore it as your own,
Replacing the broken and tarnished one
That you had too long,
I thought that you were happy then
As your new heart grew old,
Experiencing what it shouldn’t have,
What it was too naive to know.
Without my heart I could not tell
What you really felt,
So when you left and dropped my heart
I watched in horror as it fell,
Finally feeling the thud as it hit the floor.
To the untrained eye it’s perfect, untouched,
But the experts and I can see
The hairline fractures.
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