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Winter HeartWhat should I call you?
Friend? – Lover? – Enemy?
It doesn’t matter, because
A term is just a word and
Makes no difference to the heart
Whose strings have been plucked
For the last time, left broken and
Discarded on a hospital floor, not
Fit for the transplant unit – and
Not good enough for you.
In the worst way I said
“I think I love you”
You turned away, and I knew that
That was it for us – my heart turned
To ice that day –
Ice which splinters through the
Delicate rose petals, shredding
And destroying what was once
Beautiful and innocent – but roses
Have thorns, and the ice is sometimes release.
Ice which packs the heart in the box,
Ready for the transplant team
To rig up to another body –
Blood infusions and special surgery
To make the heart work again.
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