Seventy three

Sat in a medical chair

Every tiny sound a deafening scream

I’m too old and too tired to listen anymore.

But then,

I see you across the room

And suddenly the years wash away.

We are back in the bar

Your black dress sparkling under neon

And now my heart is full.

I try to traverse the space

But it is like an ocean between us,

I just want to touch your hand and tell you how I feel.

But I instantly tip over

Seemingly in slow motion.

I feel my bones shatter

And now my heart beats its final hurrah.

Fade to black

But my god, you were worth it.

[My poetry collection, My Heart, The Rocket, available now via Amazon)