i noticed it 2 years ago. the dropped beat. a rush of i don’t know exactly. 12 lead ekg…leads to an echo…leads to running like a fat girl on an inclined treadmill…and then come the little sticky pads to wear for a week…
proof. my heart is broken.
i silently cried watching that sad little heart muscle chugging along with so much wrong but still trying…
21 and tall. thin. moving beautifully. i saw that girl back in ’87 dance her little heart out. oblivious to future. i cried when i saw her too. because, because…future was coming.
who is the girl you are speaking of?
What’s up, kiddo? I worry about broken hearts.