Friday, December 18, 2015


Every heart is a broken one.
Look around and you can hear
its shards breaking into dust
under the cold feet walking away
from the defining moments. 
They all seem to vanish 
in their great mid-acts. 
She consoling you.
He walking by your side. 
And finally, you looking at yourself 
in the mirror and resolving 
that your heart still needs recrossing.