“Half Hearted” by Cheri L. R. Taylor

Cheri L. R. Taylor

HALF HEARTED

crashing agony eclipse
my contrived perception, beg mercy
the night his hand played at the back of my hair
a car was waiting
it should feel natural to miss him
but we’ve had such little time
a shadow’s breath
tea kettle mist, a dampness
soon absorbed—gone …
strangers waited in the car, they didn’t notice
that damp to the air
He meant to say something
in the bruised, blue coming car lights
I quailed, ducked my head against
a blistering fury, took off my coat on a
winter’s night, for his heat
and watched him move away
to eclipse my heart again
feeling him gone
missing
him

from Rattle #17, Summer 2002