Heartsick

Every grown man is

a heartsick teenage boy.

Heartsick, it beats

and pumps, but every
pulse is a thump for
the one that got
away.

A thud of the heart,

echoing through
the head, bent on
remembering
moments that
never were and
never going
to be.

Misremembered beats,

unremembered beats,
missed beats,
hard beats,
soft beats.

An illness of the

heart,
making each breath of
life somehow
worth doing.