This fragile heart sometimes bursts into the tiniest shards of infinity clear as crystal light yet empty as an ocean, waterless longing to be filled and filled over and over as I would fill you to the brim overflowing with enough life and love to heal a thousand aching moons
I met my lovely ex in the market, She saw me, I saw her, We met, We smiled. She wore a cervical collar in her neck, I had a stent in my heart, She could not move her neck to greet me, My heart could not beat for her.