Heartbroken on the Eaves
Written: July 14, 2025, for a contest sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens." Rumi
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Even in August, trees forfeit their leaves,
Fallen castoffs clutter the curves and eaves.
While lovers stroll, I mourn such a dove—
In the heat of July, blooms a flamed love.
The heat-wave conjured a deceptive fall —
Misleading trees in face of urban sprawl.
You swept in my life such a torrid wave —
Sparkling woos and skin slip whispered a rave.
I am an ornate leaf clinging with grace,
Inhaling your core, as life rushes pace.
My world spun near you, my radiant star—
In calm, I found both balm and a fierce scar.
Tears fall as I search dearly for your face,
Your eyes, a mysterious blue in space.
The swing of your arms resonates through —
I sense you in each angle and each view.
I breathe you as I roam through the city,
A ghost croons as the world hums a ditty.
I stand near you, my phone in my pocket —
Deaf, waiting for a voice to unlock it.
Sleep evades me, and the window ajar,
A fan spins warm breeze in the dusky air —
I feel vexed deep down in my inner core,
A limp leaf drags me off to deplore.
It is not in my hands to deny.
That we are embroiled in a futile fight.
I will depart without saying goodbye —
When tomorrow's sun sheds truth in light.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2025
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