There is a fire escape in my heart,
A tiny little gateway,
In the wound you left.
The blood doesn’t reach there,
The rhythmic pumping
Is just a distant echo there.
It isn’t a gaping hole
That anyone can walk through,
It’s just a vacuum, a space
Untouched after you left.
Air passes through it and
Dust collects in the rough edges.
It cannot be mended.
I tried pulling the two ends together
To close the window,
To stitch them back.
But the thread didn’t hold out
And it ripped, sending shudders down my back.
My heart feels naked now,
Exposed and vulnerable.
Every time someone comes close,
Whispers in my ears or tries to touch me,
The words fall through the space,
And when someone holds my hand,
The rush is momentary,
For it slips out the gate before I know.
You made a fire escape in my heart,
And now the love runs out
And the alarms sound
Even when there isn’t an emergency.