A short short about a broken heart.
by Geoffrey M. Gluckman
She would probably disagree if you asked her now. But good luck finding her, I never saw her again. Nevertheless, it was true . At the precise moment, on that April evening around midnight, when she spokethose three ill-toned words, a clap of thunder struck.
'We are over!' echoed in my ears as the sky broke open with pre-emptive tears.
I stood stunned, mouth gaping.
Should I have known this was coming? Some might say yes, some not. The truth was I had no idea. For in fact over the last six months I had been falling deeper and deeper in love. Yes, even despite the attention from that blonde cheerleader, my girl was so much more to me than a school boy crush.
But there I stood at the threshold of my parents' house getting soaked as she disappeared into her Dad's banana yellow Corvette.
I hadn't even uttered a word, not even a plea to wait.
It was too late.
She was gone in a flash, and I was left with Nature's cleanser--the rain.
That space beneath my chest ached as if slashed by the sword of a samarai.
There was nothing left to do, but wander. Yes, right then. Maybe you too have been in that precise place before--A good wander can heal many a cut.
And that was when the words to the poem flowed, with my tears.
(Previously published in a collection of poetry and short stories, Teen Angst (New York: St. Martin's Press, 2005, p.16-17)