A Rock

I have a rock in my chest.

It is heavy, and my heart
can't beat around it.

You made that rock,
slowly building it up
over the years
we spent together.

To remove it,
so I can breath,
and feel my heart beat,
I have to leave.

I have to go to a
world where I can feel
what I lost.

So I leave
and I feel.

The lonliness.

The pain.

The sorrow.

And my heart beats,
every hollow thud
reminding me of the
rock I left behind.

And sometimes,
I want it back
so I will not feel.

So I will be numb.