There is a rhythm to my heartbreak. A slur to my speech.

An ache to my exhaling.

Even though I didn’t love him, I waited for the love to catch.

Walked around without a coat on and touched my eyes every second I had.

Let his love pour over me, in me. Let his love invade me, surround me.

I waited for his love to catch.

Long conversations with my soul. But men have loved me before.

Loving me has never been enough.