THE CHAIR

Torn from my Heart

The Chair

Photo by Patricio Tlacaelel Trujillo y Fuentes

2015

You arose Quickly

As I entered the room

Holding on to documents

You arose Quickly

I didn't know what you were holding

It didn't seem important for me

To know what you were holding

But what was curious to me

was how quickly you tore the documents

into tiny pieces - what were you holding

What were you holding

I look at your hands

Still holding the pieces

As I take notice 

I see that you are holding

Tiny pieces of my heart

the pieces of love notes

That were written to you

By me - that you clung to

When you loved me

Just like those tiny pieces

Of now meaningless

Little pieces of paper

Like my heart

Torn into little shreds of flesh

Little pieces of paper 

Soaked in Blood

The blood of my heart

I am devastated

I was only coming into the room

To caress you and to love you

And to tell you how much

You permeate my love my life

But now the chair has become empty

No one sits in it anymore

Only bits of paper and blood

Entwined in love 

Broken love

But the Chair Remains

Do come back

Do come sit again

In another life

Another place

Another time.