Dented

There’s a burning sensation in your chest

You just had to bring up your heart again

didn’t you

And now mine’s in my throat

The doctor says he wants to test

yours

But we know it already has been

I say, it can’t hurt

You say, not now that it’s broken

In the silence, we both hear the beat being missed

Then you say, “well, not broken, just dented”

You just had to bring up your heart again

didn’t you