Open heart surgery

And like that,
the door closes as gently as it was opened

the surgeon’s work completed
just a mark left,
a tender spot
to show the place in my heart
where you entered and
where you left

i will remember always

every muscle has two functions
to pull and to let go
the heart is just another muscle:
if it can’t let go, it’s broken

but my god, this letting go
every part of me
resists

one day, perhaps
we will find that door again

one day, perhaps
knock, and enter

and one day, perhaps
find, like the trees in that Max Richter composition

a love that has been growing
in all the time
since it was cut down