A widow is using a needle

Blind as a fool

Mending my heart from a boo boo

Hurting so bad

Like a five day hunger strike

Deepening and deepening every second

With no hope to recover ever again

Black and white the shades of the day

Are no more painful

Than the smell I can’t breathe

Fears as ancient as the darkness

Are a daily companion today

I work with a hand tied to my back

Just in case you come back

And mend my broken heart.