Every love song suddenly resonates
filling me with joy.
Every song of loss and despair
fills me with melancholy.
I sit beneath the fat summer moon
watching the waves ebb and flow.
The stars above a glittering heaven,
and I no longer have any doubt.
My heart is no longer mine to control,
it has leapt from my chest to your hands.
Can you feel the hesitant beating?
Can you feel how fragile it is?
Juggle not with the heart that you hold
for it is the only one I have.
Too many times I have given out my trust
only to have it turn to ashes at my feet.
And when the time comes that you leave.
And you will leave.
They always do.
Promise me this:
Be kind to that heart that you hold.
Thrust deep and hard,
looking into my eyes,
when we say our final good-bye.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Oct. 22/17