My Belly

it is growing, perhaps to many mangoes
or soy ice mochas or

My eyes they are widening, perhaps
I want to stare at things before holding on to them

My lips they are quivering, perhaps it is the winter
air or the sound of the piano from the trailer of Amelie

My hands are trembling, perhaps because of the snow
or knowing never again will I let you hold them

My heart it is beating hard but not fast, perhaps
because I have said goodbye for good or because
the sound of the piano from the.......