Multitudes

The secret place I put
My heart that day

I left it in a hotel room
Hidden underneath something

I couldn’t bring it home
With me
I feel it striving to
Return

You made me
Give myself to you

What was the point
Of that?

Correlating
Strings
Of nothing
Reaching
Pulling
Snapping
Calling

My heart
Away from
Me
I call it
Back to me

It doesn’t hear
Me anymore
But I know
One day

I’ll be multitudes
Again
& my heart will
Come back

& meet me with the tenderness it holds

& hold me in its

Splendid words

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for day 19 of a month of poetry 2021.


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


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