Poetry

Clenched Heart

Rugged terrain;

A gentle touch on coarse skin

Cupped hand, clenched heart,

A laughing room reduced to silence.

Fingers remove the power of sound

Clenched heart, desperate to pound,

To beat with the movement of my hand.

Flashing memories of an old love

Softer skin to match my softer beat.

Never silence not with him,

Then, everybody loved to talk –

Now, only a clenched heart,

Nothing else,

Only him.

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