A Heartless Apology.

I ran over your dog today.

Little pup frothing

With infantile excitement,

reduced to a subject, mute and immune

to your desperate cries and rants.

“Thou art the greatest heartless,

Man that ever walked!”

-You screamed, and let

my chest welcome the pounding,

of your distressed fists.

Dazed,

By my own inability,

To feel and be felt,

I let my eyes wander,

And my vacant mind to ponder,

Upon a suitable make-believe,

Apology.

When,

A foreign heart,

Strangely familiar,

Tucked carelessly among,

 Your tidy belongings,

Waved a silent greeting;

And the crests, around

an eerie black hollow, in my chest,

curled up in non-anticipation,

of anticipation.

The pounding continues.

-Palash

April 2012, Lumding.