Heart

Can you hear the breakingof my heart? See the shiny shardsof shattered glass, brittle glitterin a silver stream to the oceanof our make believe. All those things we promisedwe would do, fly like paper housesin a storm: & those famous nightsyou held me close engrained on skin& stamped on soul in the annals of forever. Can you hear the patter of my tearson the window pane of seven years?While you wandered off to find your truthleaving me a wedding path of youthto squander. So darling when you call me now& say you love me right out loudthe place where once my heart stood stillis vacant as the years you’ve filledwith others. Can you hear the breakingof my heart? See the shiny shardsof shattered glass, brittle glitterin a silver stream floating to the landof ‘’might have been’’ together.