Granite Melting
He had a face of chiseled granite
complete with stony smile
that face is embedded in my heart
which lies clutched here
in the long dark night;
frozen he and frozen I
know I should throw that face into the slough
in the back of the house, walk away
wash my hands with lava soup
and be clean of him.
But he lives in my mind
high up on Mount Rushmore
and I know chipping away at that
is hopeless work;
hearts love what they love
and at some point
they don't go back
to unloving
ever
even if you want them to.
And,
I am not sure I want to.
So long gone he is;
so long he's been inside me
I can't take him out
without doing even more damage
to this beating heart.
So I try to wall off the hurting part
and put tiny little roses over the hurting parts
remember the fun times
and I place
my smile
just over his grainy grin
these two
together in there forever its seems
despite my best effort
to separate them.
Can't talk about it
Can't tell anyone,
they'd say
and have said
I should forget him.
T'ain't easy
cause he's been there so so long;
taking him out would feel like heart surgery
and I am not ready for that just yet.
Some times other people
can just ladle over the scar tissue
and move on
I ain't that kind
cause this heart once given
keeps giving on and on
even when it oughtn't,
seems my kind of love
is not for the taking back.
I thought for a time it was
but all it took
is this one phone call
and the awkward silence on the line
tells me it's you.
But you didn't talk
and I hold the receiver to my heart
just to be closer to you.
And you still didn't talk
and neither do I.
We never did talk much
so this is not new.
I lay back
gentle breathing
listening to our hearts beating;
silent reconciliations
seems fitting for us two.
I take your quiet
silence to bed with me
receiver in hand
knowing you'd do
what was hard for you to do
in your own time
and I just might see
granite
for the first time
melt
maybe.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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