Tuesday, July 6, 2010

My Heart Goes Out to You

My Heart Goes Out to You

My heart goes out to you,
this, whispered in corridors,
before drape-shielded windows.

My two hands around yours,
as if gripping a golf club.
Strength and firmness,

I transmit them to you.
Borrow from me, take
all that I am happy to give:

my heart goes out to you,
it exits my body and
beelines toward you.

As knuckles rap a door.
As an eye from the inside
meets the peephole to peer out.

This heart, my own, it lunges
for the ache in yours. If only
you could hand it over.

4 comments

  1. This is so very beautiful. I am printing this one. That last line, I have felt that. I have wished so many times that I could give someone my heart that hurt less than theirs did.

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  2. Whew. . . overwhelmingly touching.

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  3. Beautiful picture, and the last line is perfectly poetic.

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  4. Hi Hannah, This is a beautiful poem, and this is my favorite line: "This heart, my own, it lunges for the ache in yours."

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