To a Patient, the doctor
would have recommended lines of her poems.
She writes of broken hearts
like fine-broken flower vase.
Her pen is a lover undying
She would ink it with the blood of past memories
and scribble shattered relationships
in love poems.
She said “My love visits in my art”
and steals tears from faces – Tears of love and loss.
The new lover is a guitar
of pretty poetic strings,
played on cold nights
when her dead lover visits invisibly
upon her fragile heart.
She is now a night bird
perching on night outs trees
singing broken love songs with fake smiles
and deep cries.
She sits in lonely dirty streets
with a pen and a book
to write about her lost lover
in heart kerfuffle and muse in situ.
© Nome Patrick