6/28/10

Broken Hearts in Paris
By Jason Sturner


I dreamt last night

Of the last night I saw you,

All covered in deadweight gold

And tarnished by its light.



You stood at the window,

An angel with burnt wings

And a soul tired of dancing.

"It's never easy backing out," you said.



"I know," I replied,

Our backs facing each other

And the voice not quite my own.

"Sometimes it isn't what we imagine."



You breathed against the window

And made a heart with your fingertip.

I closed my eyes

And put my forehead to the door.



When moonlight fell across the bed

You turned to me and said, "Paris, we

Should've gone to Paris. They have stars

And paintings, all the romance you can take."



I fumbled for my keys and opened the door.



"And broken hearts," I said.

Plenty of broken hearts.


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Jason Sturner was born in Harvey, Illinois, and raised in the western suburbs of Chicago. He has published three books of poetry: Kairos, 10 Love Poems, and Selected Poems 2004-2007 (all available as free downloads; see website). He resides in Wheaton, Illinois and works as a botanist at the Morton Arboretum in Lisle. Website: www.jasonsturner.blogspot.com