Skilled Surgeon

I’m a skilled surgeon--
Cutting out slivers of heart
With my exact knife.

This sharp blade I wield--
Precision to reduce the size
Of a (perhaps) too-large heart.

But cut out enough--
What would would be left?

You were the victim--
The one under the scalpel.

This sharp blade I wield--
Cut off the biggest part.

Now that you are gone--
How could the heart still beat?

Now that you are gone--
How could I still be?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Katie The Neko]

Beautiful! I feel the pain behind those words

[Pseudo-Girl]

Wow! This is really well written. I was really able to feel the emotion and really connect with the poem . A very powerful analogy.