Midnight Theater, 23 - 10 - 2008

The Boy, The Heart, She

The boy listened.
The boy listened to his heart,
The boy heard Bump-bump-bump.
The boy touched his chest.
The boy is hurting,
The boy is hurting inside.
The boy is hollow and empty.
The boy is lonely.

The heart is aching.
The heart is screaming,
The heart is going Bump-bump-bump.
The heart is crying, look you can see red teardrops…
The heart is beating against the boy’s chest.
The heart is hurting
Inside.
The heart, the hook went through the heart
The heart is tugged, the heart is pulled
The heart must go.

She smiled,
She smiled that perfect smile of hers, as –
She said he will find a better one.

The boy listened,
The boy fell in love again,
The boy fell in love with her every time –
The boy sees her.
The boy looked at her, as –
The boy is told that –
The boy will find a better one.

She is leaving, but are you sure? Yes, I am. Perhaps.
She is leaving, with that perfect smile,
She said she loved him
She thought she meant it? The answer is –
She thought she did. Perhaps.
She turns her back to him
She takes a step

The boy hugged her from behind –
The boy hugged her without moving a finger
The boy hugged her silhouette, her myth, her shadow
The boy says, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
The boy says, forgive me, forgive me
The boy says –

She will find a better one
She listened to him
She heard, he said –
She will find a better heart
She sees, but she sees, that –

The boy is lying through his teeth.
The boy is hurting,
The boy shed dry tears
The boy feels hollow as –

The heart left his chest.
The heart took its baggage
The heart took a visa card from his wallet
The heart left his chest, dragged by that hook
The heart is dragged, by that abominable hook, and left –

The boy hollow

But the hurting is no more.

He put his fist in his empty chest cavity and spread out his hand, listen, you can hear his fingers beating against the wall, going Bump-bump-bump.

She spread her wings, his heart dangling hopelessly on her heels.