Two men
have been here
often hammering
steady, uncompromising blows
they have squeezed it dry
taken pieces with them
that caught their fancy
pieces that fit them for that moment
left without goodbye
or any words of comfort

looking for those missing pieces
that would fit back in
has been difficult
taken without asking
stolen –almost-ripped
leaving open wounds

Inside though
there is still a beat
that will skip
keep time
and leap
at the mere possibility of love
a beat that is all mine
despite the two men
and their love of ripping my heart open

I’m not done searching
for those pieces just yet

Sashikala Premawardhane

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