The Pacemaker

In the fogged pavement,

I came across a broken heart and shattered glass

and spoke with the dust of midnight,

who had broken the glass and left your heart?

I hear melancholic rhythm and lonely throbs,

maybe you devoted your beating to a faulty recipient

and regretted she had broken the vessels inside you.

But, your heart is not a bequest to anyone;

Pause the lonely beats—listen to your pulsate.

Grimes are plastering your scarred heart

and it never stops its chaotic pounding.

Thus, to the lost heart on the fogged pavement,

I don’t think you need another recipient,

I think you need a good pacemaker.

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