They say
that love
is a fool’s errand...

I guess
I just enjoy
running errands.

If indeed
my heart knows
every word
to this song,

why then
does my voice
argue that it
should never
be sung?

.
     Captured breaths
within the
       moments in time.

   Broken snapshots
              frozen almost...
  Solid yet fragile
        and so brittle.

         Fractured and frail
      but in many ways,

              perfect.

.

It’s so old and used,

and it barely did it’s job.

It had to be quickly replaced,

and put down...
                              without a sob.