It was her heart that was the first to leave.
She was only six yet her wise heart knew that this was not love,
even while the mind did whatever it could to soothe
and to make believe that it was.
You see, the mind and body could make their way through the house without being noticed.
But the heart couldn’t bear the pain of suppression.
It lost hope. And unceremoniously,
it simply left.
Soon after that, the body,
who, let me tell you,
had secretly been receiving love letters from the distant eager heart,
the paper whimsically folded into a diamond shaped fortune teller
with various flaps to lift and reveal the pre-scribed words of their impending future. Anyway,
the body,
rebuked and ignored the beautiful love letters from the heart
and all the while had been accepting
endless dollar store greeting cards
from Everything Else.
Endless dollar store greeting cards.
Scribbles written on crumpled gas station receipts
Smears written on dank cocktail napkins
Secretions written on discarded tissues
The heart, resigned and out of ideas, with one final note,
“Do you love me? Circle one: Yes or No”
The heart was not surprised that there was no reply.
Anyway, it turned out that the body had already left too.

