My Old Broken Heart

My Old Broken Heart Seated right across from me unsure where to start. I sat down to have a talk with my old broken heart. He said it's good to see me it seems it's been awhile. He told me I'm looking good it's nice to see me smile. I wished that I could say the same so filled with hurt and pain. I knew the things I put it through the scars all still remain. Recalling nights there in the dark when we sat all alone. I was everything he had and he was everything I own. The conversation seemed to wane there wasn't much to say. He seemed to know the reasons why each time I looked away. I began to say I'm sorry for all I put him through. And tell him that I felt his pain each time he broke in two. He shook his head as if to say don't pay me any mind. It was worth every tear I cried for the peace I'd someday find. With all the love I loved him with through all those times before. I reached out to my old heart and loved it even more. Thank you for the memories I'll miss you my old friend. But all the hurts of yesterday are like leaves now in the wind. As far as East is from the West and as far as I can see. I said goodbye to my broken heart and hello to things to be. Edwin C Hofert