Broken Heart (Greta Prokosch ’26)

The doctor rattles off the diagnosis

Something with my heart

It starts with a T…

Takotsubo, they say.

All I know is

My heart broke

When yours did.

I heard the news of your heart attack

Just last night.

I have never been more crushed.

And now here I am,

Getting the same labs you would have had drawn

But from my own veins.

Funny, isn’t it

We were always in sync

To an uncanny degree:

In our dance moves,

In the boys we liked,

In the cities we were drawn to,

In the jobs we took,

In the schools we sent our kids to.

My best friend.

My neighbor.

My family.

Gone

Leaving behind nothing but

A diagnosis I can’t even spell.

But to have loved you so fiercely,

And to have been so fiercely loved in return

That my heart refuses to beat right without yours,

That is the rarest thing of all.