Harlem Remake

I feel it

It starts at the bottom of my heart and trickles down

Into the pit of my stomach

Then lower

Until it reaches my soul

I want to know

What happens to love lost

Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore-

And turn into heartbreak?

I think it just sags like a heavy load

Because everyone knows

Love isn’t coming back