it begins with a slight throb on my heart—
stinging but tolerable enough to allow me
to breathe in the air.
i see the light creeping from my bedroom
window, coming by to ask me what's wrong.
i stood up and gently draped the curtains on the window, nothing's wrong, i say.
the light went away after a goodbye, darkness enveloping my being once again.
the pain began to spread like wildfire.
from the confinement of my heart strings,
in the valleys of my bone marrows.
it flowed through my bloodstreams,
settling on my fingertips.
my nose began to decline the air, bile rised
up from my throat, tears began to well my eyes,
my voice coming out as choke
i sat with regret and glanced upon my bedroom window and reached for the curtain's end
but never did the light come back
to check on me again.
