the story of a dead heart

I’ve often heard about

From this long-abandoned place

That’s the story

From a heart

Death.

He lived in a beautiful chest. The sun bathed him in its light.

Then one day there was an eclipse.

The heart felt abandoned, relieved

Unloved.

Everywhere, black

Darkness

Uncertainty

It was only for a short time

Oh, yes! So little time.

But the chest was so scared

Let his wood get wet

Let the termites gnaw at him

And devour the beautiful golden ones of its roof.

The heart, before being surprised

And to be taken to some distant place

In the unknown of the world of insects,

Preferred to stop.

When the sun returned, there was no small chest left.

So many fresh wooden blades

And the little heart

The eternal silence of sadness.