I notice lately everything I write
Is coming to me in iambic verse.
The rhythm of the beating of the heart -
I never used to write that way before.
Perhaps I never really felt my heart,
Because my life was full - or so I thought.
In losing you I've rediscovered how
The empty shell I used to call myself
Can echo out its anguish to the world
Iambic - 'til my heart can beat no more.