52

"shaky hands makes

a shaky heart

and an anxious amber

never settles,"

you used to say

so i took a box of cards

and wrote in bold words

52 reasons I loved you.

by the end,

my hands were calloused,

but my letters were strong,

and my heart finally

beat normally

(for a girl in love).

I then built

a tall house

with all 52 cards

and called it ours by the

light of a happy moon.

but still time passed;

the cards bent, snapped

and piece by piece

our paper home collapsed

until I couldn't read

my writing

and all that

was left were

52 ways a heart could break

and a lonely

anxious amber.