A Matter of the Heart

If I were only bones

Some abandoned body

Long since robbed

Of vitality

You would imagine me

Alive

Or you would try

Angled frame filled

To bursting with curves

And energy

Grinning

Meandering through

Office parks at midnight

Waving 

At my reflection 

In the tinted windows

And within me always

In the hollow of my ribs

An erratic human clock

Keeping erratic time

A heartbeat

It’s a matter of the heart

That I can only give you

Scraps of thoughts

Holding back everything

Scrambling to staunch

The crimson flood of 

Emotion

A fatal wound of psychology

Rationality fading

Concepts leaking out

Between my slippery fingers

If I gave in 

Surely we would all

Drown

The floodgates thrown

Open wide

Lifeblood drying

Soaking into the dirt

Until I am a husk of

A person

Vacant and colorless

Flesh crumbling to dust

A skeleton of apathy

Yielding senselessly to time