Can you hear the breaking
of my heart? See the shiny shards
of shattered glass, brittle glitter
in a silver stream to the ocean
of our make believe.
All those things we promised
we would do, fly like paper houses
in a storm: & those famous nights
you held me close engrained on skin
& stamped on soul
in the annals of forever.
Can you hear the patter of my tears
on the window pane of seven years?
While you wandered off to find your truth
leaving me a wedding path of youth
to squander.
So darling when you call me now
& say you love me right out loud
the place where once my heart stood still
is vacant as the years you’ve filled
with others.
Can you hear the breaking
of my heart? See the shiny shards
of shattered glass, brittle glitter
in a silver stream floating to the land
of ‘’might have been’’
together.
