Sometimes your heart shatters
Inside your chest
With such apology
It may be weeks
Before the loss awakens within you.
Not until the silence of the missing beats
Drowns out the noise of your mind;
Until, grudgingly, you peer inside your chest
And there at last you see it:
Your lungs, your liver, your veins,
The amaranthine organs below the surface
Scratched raw and bleeding from the
And in place of your heartbeat
(rhythmic and primal)
There is only the faint clinking
of broken glass.