Dust and Pieces

 

  

A sprinkling of dust sparkling on a sunbeam

Floating in slowing motion through my view

Brings my thought back again to you.

How a man can think his heart is lost

Only to find it beating soft beneath the moldy dust

That gathered from disuse, I haven’t the slightest clue.

Do you not know?

A heart is an eternal thing and ceases beating

Only when the veil of this plane is crossed.

A heart is never lost.

 

Lost a heart can never be, but damaged? Certainly!

Pieces broken, jagged, and sharp as a dagger

Thrown in anger from a scorned tongue

Fill the space that once held a whole heart,

Although I do not recall when.

The sound of shattered glass shards tinkling

Drowns the sounds of lifeblood pulsing

Through my blue viens.

A heart is never lost, only broken.

 

My superglue just won’t do

To mend neither dust, nor pieces.

It is time that binds the fragments

Back to whole, but scarred form.

Reviews

[forfila]

I take a lot of what you say here as true. "A heart is never lost" that is just beautiful.
Thank you for sharing.

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Me