Confessions Of A Broken Heart

This is the piece that links me to my past, tells something of my present and takes a glimpse of my pages ahead.

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Nights then were longer

As hours marched like a procession.

But time would pass unnoticed.

Even the mornings were dark and quiet.

The phone ceased to ring, like my heart,

Stopped its musical beating.

It echoes only your voice singing our song.

But we set it on a silent mode

That signalled our lost affection.

The daylight’s “ticket pass” to my room

I nullified for awhile.

I hanged blue curtains

And painted the hours dark.

I colored the canvas with sadness,

Filled the pages of my journal

With words formed from my bleeding heart.

And smothered the lines with my tears.

I tried to erase you in my life,

Attempted to rip the pages

Where you’re in them.

But that would mean me tearing everything!

The covers are naught if there’s nothing in there,

Like my life without you.

Leafing through the yellowed pages

That kept the memories

And concealed my pains.

I finally hear the confessions

Of my broken heart ~

Years later.

I changed my curtains back to colors.

Sunshine’s “ticket pass” to my room now,

Are welcome.

I begin to like watching

The slow procession of time

Passing by my window.

At night, I light a lamp

So even in the long dark hours

The little spark of my thoughts of you

Could light the moment

As I read my life’s pages back

To the times

When you were still with me.

My tears

And blood on paper are not in vain.

The bitter-sweet memories

Gave colors to the once dull canvas.

And then I realized:

My life

Is not at all

Empty.

~ Jeques
 

~ by jeques on AMu2u0631 10, 2007.