Estranged Poetess

My heart is missing

from my ribcage

it was stolen

a long time ago

It stopped beating

when her smile

failed to glow

She’s long gone now

I don’t believe

she cares anymore

Might she notice my existence

if I stood by her front door?

Our love is history

now I sleep alone

on an empty bed

Yet, the one who stole

my heart, is dancing

in the skull of my head

I have yearned many things

if I must confess

Yet, my only covet

is seeing

the fiery eyes of

that estranged poetess

She is one of a kind

made from the atoms of my bones

She’d be forever

a mark in my heart

that stands

like graveyard stones

Many are afraid to die

but for her I would

die a thousand times,

to make her my wife

Maybe in death

she and I

could be besieged

by the same life

MidnightInk (6/19/2018)