Almost Healed


So close.

My heart had nearly healed.

To stop the hemorrhage
Of emotion,
My heart had
Started to mend,
Shielded blessedly
With the scars
Of monotony
And routine.

The thoughts of you,
The dreams of you,
The fantasies of you,

Were passing.

I had made it,
To a separation.

To a place
I neither wanted,
Nor hoped for,

But thrust upon me,
When you left,

And leaving as well
A jagged gash across my heart,
Cutting deeply through the
Flesh of my spirit
And body of my happiness.

Days had come and gone,
Without me fixating,
On you.

Perhaps that sounds trivial…


You would only assume that,
If you ignored the pressure on my heart,
To love you.

And then…
You sent that note.

I didn’t want to open it.

I didn’t want to hear again
Your whisper in my ear
And feel your breath on my neck.

I didn’t want to see again
The sheen
Of your moist, beautiful dark eyes,
Reflecting memories
In my mind.

I didn’t want to consume again
The softness of your chest,
As all of you
Melted into me.

I didn’t want to.

But I read your note nonetheless…


My soul,
Is bleeding,
As if before…

Your words
Ripping the nearly strong scar,
Desperately stretching
To safeguard my vulnerable heart.

The razor edge,
Of just a few lines,
Just a few common words
In a simple note…

Cutting me again.

Unleashing the hurt.
Unsympathetic of the pain.


I fail again.

Almost whole.

Almost healed.



© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.


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