telltale signs of a broken heart attack

Like a habit I leaned
    but quickly learned
Not to question.
the rain as it fell
and the unanswered ring
   made me strongly curious,
          curiously strong,
                like an Altoid inspired call
And the encryption fools no longer,
       even without footnotes.
Have I lingered too long,
Or just enough for you to wonder?
I know my own mind,
  and it only needs Mozart mentioned
       before it is reeling like a square dance…Imagining any dance at all.
We are past that now,
speaking of literary philosophy,
boring the pillows around us to the floor
Finding amusement
   in the movement
of the mouth
Open and Shut
   like a swinging door
   asking: “can you come out to play?”
And I wonder
Do you mention me?
       And mean it,
Our story is a good one,
But is it merely fiction?
What would we tell our kids?
       the ones we’ll never have.
Those lines will be struck from the final draft.
    What has been already?
I overexplain
    overanalyze
      overindulge
        overimagine
Fool myself into missing you,
       read those words
      and want to hear them,
      to feel if they are true...
Because my mind says they are
But this is a heart over head situation.
        This is a stick-up.
        Please remove your heart from your chest and put it on the table.
Do you trust me to take it?
I want to be the protagonist of your story.
    I want every chapter.
          I want to tell you my nightmares.
And that’s how I know.