A constant battle of emotion
Gurgling up from the stomach
suppressed by the emphatic gulp
to send it all back down
It’s like the heart and stomach are somehow connected
when the heart aches,
the stomach sends help up to provide comfort
only to realize the esophagus has other plans
Stuck in between loneliness
and what feels like indigestion
the brain can be nothing but confused
or maybe not? after all, the brain is all-controlling
Sure I’m not the first person to confront
this issue of love-loss, and I wouldn’t claim that either.
Take heed though: there are a lot more subtleties
than anyone could have prepared to handle.
Again, life goes on and somehow we’ve got to pull ourselves out of it.
I wouldn’t wish what happened to me on my worst enemy.
