I was
on my
afternoon walk
and a
woman in
her 60's
passes me by
on the city
sidewalk
on Harrison
street.

We pass by
one another
with eye
contact as we
exchange
pleasantries
and a smile.

As we walk
15 feet away
from one
another
I hear
the older
woman say;
"you're handsome".

I turn
to her
and exclaim;
"Awww,
thank you
so much,
you not only
made my day
but you
made my
week.

The woman
in her 60's
was too
darned cute,
too darned
cute.

I'm in
my 50's and
I know that
I am not
dead yet.
It's good
to know that
when and if
I reach my
60's ...
I won't be
dead yet
either.

Too darned
cute!

adenosine;

big push

^^^___


get the crash cart

cardioversion
ready

____

clear!

^_^__

T-O-D ?


WAIT!!!!!

^_^^^^

^^^^^^^

We have a normal sinus rhythm

Prep him
for surgery
STAT!

Sign this
David_?

And here
I am.

Literal broken
heart
and all.
💔

For how
much longer
who knows?

Don't care.

the tick

the tock

take that
sound
seriously

that's the
sound of
your life
running away
on the
clock

The heart;

it quivers-
it pumps-
it carries
an imperative
rhythm and
a beat

it circulates
a blood of life
vocabulary
so poetically
unique

it speaks
a language
of love
beyond critique

thump thump

thump thump

shhhh
listen

the language
of love will
guide you
over any ****

expiration date
unknown-
since last July
anticipation
has grown-
test after
test my
cardiologist
prescribes-
my heart
is literally
broken is how
she describes-
every day
i wake up
is a gift
from my
heart-
praising Jesus
is now how
every morning
does start-

i found
two old leather journals while cleaning out my old pick-up truck
yesterday

i can't wait
to read the parchment and listen to all
of the things that my heart had once to say

my heart,
it always
listens then
speaks

i swear
at times,
like tears,

i see those
old leather
journals leak

i'd love to
dust them off
down by the
old river
today

sink into
my captain's chair
and allow
my heart
some time
to play

Life's hammer sure can shatter the strongest of heart.
Picking up those pieces one by one is when survival literally starts.
Our hearts are meant to be ko'd and broken.
If not, many sad songs just would never be spoken.