In Which I Watch a Film of a Stranger's Heart Breaking
In Which I Watch a Film of a Stranger’s Heart Breaking
She was sitting next to me at the bar,
Writing something in a very small hand.
So who are you waiting for? she asked me.
A friend, I lied. And what are you writing?
I’m not writing, she said. I’m drawing. See?
It was a tiny book. She flipped through it
So I could watch the film she was making
Of a heart breaking. Oh my god, I said,
Is your heart broken? Ha, of course, she laughed,
Isn’t yours? Well, yes, I guess. But wait, why
Not flip it backwards and make the heart come
Together instead of breaking apart?
That won’t work, she said. You’d have to draw hearts
On the other side, see? Well, why don’t you?
I would if this was fiction but it’s true.