My heart was broken, and the pieces lay
scattered across the floor like so much
fractured crystal. It lay where it fell for
I fixated on my shattered heart for
a long time. Everywhere I looked,
everywhere I walked, I was in danger
of cutting myself on a fragment.
Visitors and friends stepped delicately
around the shards like navigating a
Every once in a while I would think about
tidying up. But the strewn slivers were a
reminder both comforting and saddening.
One day, I awoke to find the pieces were
gone, as if they had never existed; never
split and skewed, never callously been
torn out and flung aside.
I walked out into the fresh air, the hum
of the world around me. I still remembered
my broken heart, and the pain of
But it was time to move on, and face
Maybe this time I’d find some glue
to hold my heart together.