Split Heart
Home, they say, does quicken beating hearts,
yet mine protests as I prepare to go.
Chambered rooms, stretched endless miles apart,
strain the pump and cause the blood to slow.
Precious thoughts of her upon my chest
stoke the fires and help the embers burn;
Vivian, may thy sweet days be blessed
Till in a month I’m able to return.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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