PostpartumPostpartumHeartache has nothing to do with the heart. It crouches in thecenter of the chest. You don't fall out of love. A switch is thrown.The light fades.You wait at the end of the fireworks show. Will there be anotherencore?You've thought, This is it, before. You try to make it come back,make it hurt the way it used to, try to bring it into focus, feel theheft of it. Were you ever really in love at all?A dampened orgasm. A stifled sneeze.You replay things in the cinema of your mind and search throughyour love notes.Human babies die if you don't hold them.