Two Hearts

this one ran jagged; broken sharp

by one too many turns of harp-

infested melody, long strummed

across ears loathe to hear. succumbed,

once wounded beyond simple fix,

using tools at hand. we’ll not mix

shards with charms left strewn and scattered

down her empty arms…unflattered.

that one too showed worse for wear. more

rough than razor-bladed, dull; wore

scars abundant over calloused

patches. faded? true, yet ballast

heavy as last days…overboard

tossed, in last attempt at unmoored

hope of healing. no man, nor might

of love, could fuel his final flight.

two hearts, too many days of nights

left unattended drew in sights

best left unseen. no clinging cloy

lent suture strong enough for joy

to blossom, breathe or even show.

it matters not if lovers know

when meeting, where the road will wend;

but ever onward go…