Tel
Out my soul
Like cancer
From such fragile bones
Self excised
Yet lingering
To painfully
Remain
The heart
It beats the same
Not so easily deleted
As a number
Repeating like refrain
A four letter retelling
Of a name
I am more than just the pain
But memories
Of life before you came
(Or didn’t)
Deserving more
Than self disdain
Or so I’m bidden
But can’t shake hurt
Which surface-wise is hidden
Yet will not go away
Like a name
Deleted
Once again
Learning to love the silence 