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Two Hearts


by Matt Diaz



We’d run and
            run,
            this scarred-over world,
                           with its jagged corners
                           and smooth wounds,
            a pooling red rising up
                           behind
                                       us.

The fading sunlight
            turns the fields
                          pink,
                                      raw,
            and the edges
                         make pieces of
                                      us.

From absent,
            barren
                         spaces
            we fled down wild
                         paths,
            where never a curious eye
                         was held in the sky,
            and we fell
                         into a old bin of harsh glares,
                                     undressing
                                                 us.

We huddled for hours
           in the vacancy,
                       with feral eyes
           and an unsevered
                       tether
                                    linking days
                       and visions
                                    together.

She was the strong one
             and ran into the
                      abandon
             of concrete trees.

Me,
             I was silent
                     and unsure
             taking each haunting scratch
                     and dark scrape
                                   right to the heart
             eventually inured,
                    watching the light
                                   slowly
                                                 fade
                                                           away.

She jumped out doors
             hair flung to one side,
                   untamed heart
                             dancing to the secret rhythms
                             and understanding lyrics
                                          of the boxed-in animal
                                                       songs.

I prayed indoors,
             away from sharp objects
                         and
             puncturing emotions.

Why cry,
            when I
                         could just
                                     hide.

She landed hard,
            was bumped
                         and cut
            and bled clots of synthetic
                         realities,
            over and
                         over
                           
                                     again
            until she became weary
                       from the loss,
            and drifted.

I stumbled into
            the sea,
                       and was tossed
            across oceans
                       watching the stars
            cross above
                       at time lapse movie speed,
            backwards
                       and forwards,
            up and down:
                       standing next to wars
            with media made up enemies
                       battling spouses,
            firstborn births
                       and second chance
            misses,
                       with loves silhouette
            walking away,
                        then finding
            fatherly pride.

Aimless
            in the city
                        she washed
            onto an island
                        I’ve only seen
             from the horizon;
                        sending up a flare
             hoping for me
                        to find my way there.

I keep paddling out here.

 

© Diaz, 2006

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Matthew Howard Diaz was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and has lived in San Diego, California, since 1990. He is currently working towards a Bachelors Degree in English at San Diego State University, and he has been a FedEx courier for the past 10 years. He spends his time writing poetry, reading, and enjoying - as well as learning from - his two children, Keenan and Devon.