Ectopia Cordis Poem by Charles Malcolm

I killed myself when I was least expecting it.
Suicide by miss placed hope.
I ripped my shirt open
and pointed to the spot.
I watched her hands plunge into my chest
and strangle my heart.
She made me gasp
the sweetest breaths that I ever tasted, so
the few that remained were hers to take.
Her eyes were overflowing with silent apologies
but her fingers were rusted shut.
Her hair dangled in my face as the world went black
and I whispered something to her as I died.
I can't be sure
if she ever heard me.