Broken Heartbeats

Broken Heartbeats

Counting broken heartbeats

the drumming of being alive...

to feel the breath

each inhale and exhale

moving on

the pain of losing

will always live inside  

The songs we used to sing

when we were young

Simon and Garfunkle,

Heart, and Fleetwood Mac

The letters from France

living each story

Shared dreams

Falling in love

Catching bouquets

Different lives as children grow

The distance never mattered

or did it?

The mistakes unforgiven

never to be repaired

apologies unaccepted

all that can never be undone

Sometimes the music plays on the radio

 the ache of a lost friendship is haunting

Tears turning to anger

needing to let it go and remember what was good

One day smiling with the memories

but always counting the broken heartbeats

Angela Minard 2012©