Why do you never listen
To all the things I don’t say?
Why, my love, do I have to listen
To all that I already know?
Why, I ask myself, do I subject myself
To experiences, each designed to implode…
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