My heart shatters
And the pieces run across the floor.
You can gather them
Clench them in your fists
Until they reach the bones in your fingers.
You can come to me
But I swear,
I’m nothing but eyes
And deceptive smiles
That I learn from watching
the sun each night.
For what of a day
Merits the closing curtain
Of colors and beauty?
Regardless.
Life happens on the horizon
And I’m lost in the middle.
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