– The Crystalline Heart –
He shows me faded photographs,
poems and letters torn in half;
lovers left behind in segments
throughout the pathways of his life.
I rest my head upon his chest,
feeling that vital heat,
jagged edges ringing,
the sound of his crystalline heart
shattering at every beat.
Yet slowly and creeping,
his face remembers
the feeling of a smile.
With time and patience,
he allows himself to once again be kind.