Necrotic Heart

The day that you called,
you took part of my heart,
but then you stayed around
but never allowed
any communication
between you and I.
Every day, the wounds
of the damage you caused
uncauterized, untreated
grew necrotic, consuming
more and more of my heart,
leaving only a husk
of the vessel of love
wracked in agony because
your silence exacerbates
the condition, instead of curing it.