Never More.
Never more
to have her place
her hand
through your chest
to pull out your heart
and let it hang there
dripping blood
or squeeze it
to make those
squishy sounds
as she said
she loved you
most of all.
She died
in another’s arms
with their heart
in her hands
you recall.
poem by Terry Collett
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