The Fracture of My Heart

The Fracture of My Heart.

____By Aranna Hasan Delwar

You were standing on the balcony, watching the evening sky and its stars,

or maybe something else—I couldn’t really tell.

I could sense that you weren’t feeling well,

from the look in your eyes.

Someone said your heart has a fracture!

How did your heart get hurt all of a sudden?

One must not let anyone notice the wounds of the heart;

if the one who caused them finds out, they might grow even more dangerous,

thinking you’re weak.

How did you fall in love with that guy,

the one who’s always lost in his own vices?

I really want to know.

What do girls see in boys that makes them fall in love?

After writing hundreds of poems,

not a single lover came my way,

while the troublemakers get girlfriends on the back of their bikes—

but that’s another story.

When you feel down, I feel down too.

I also sit there, feeling sad,

across from your house,

at the tea stall on the footpath, smoking cigarettes,

and I watch you.

You fill my poems completely,

yet you don't know, you’ve never even looked at me.

Still, I sit there every day,

across from your house,

gazing toward your balcony.

Sometimes you don't even come out,

and I return with the sorrow of not seeing you.

I feel down too.

There's a fracture in my heart as well.