Love, Listen….

Why do you never listen
To all the things I don’t say?

And

Why, my love, do I have to listen
To all that I already know?

And

Why, I ask myself, do I subject myself
To experiences, each designed to implode…

And…
Yet,

With all this, I give thanks
for the benediction of a heart,

That still feels
That still loves
That still knows

No matter what.

One that, with each implosion
Simply rearranges, and recreates
Into a heart..

That will never stop loving you.

Usha, 8 January, ’08