Love poem to my heart

Hello there, tender place inside
You’re missing someone,
some contact
And there’s a quiet ache
which underlies
the many movements of the day.
As if all the time
I’m turned in one direction inside
Waiting,
more hopeless then hopeful.

And there’s nothing to do
but live the ache
and love the ache
And live and love
For I can’t cut this chord,
so I can only choose
to be with my aching heart
again and again.