The one that kept yours beating for nine months, is torn. That flapping hanging piece no longer seems to fit back into its place. I try to pat it back and can hold it there to staunch the bleeding but I have little confidence that it will ever reattach. My fingers grow sticky holding it and I am aware that you are unaware.
The currency we once used has changed and instead of boundless love, has converted to a clipped and measured script. Hollow and insincere echoes of words gone by. I've spoken. There is nothing left to say and nothing being said and I am left wondering if anything was ever actually said at all.
The small torn piece begins to feel larger as the other part of my beating heart seems to whither and shrink until it is only that tear that exists.
Who knew we could ever be this way.
Stacey Jones, a former New York City Cabaret singer, and alum of the Actor's Studio and the Singer's Forum, somehow became the mom of three now grown children who were homeschooled from birth to college. At present she is transitioning into herself again and is currently happily living in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, where she was born and raised.
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