• sifting through the ashes
    of another flame
    like lightning it crashes
    unpredictably the same

    my tear drop ceases
    while i fall apart
    as i pick up the pieces
    of my tattered heart

    with trembling hands
    i place each shard
    each burning brand
    shrivled and charred

    some missing fragment
    making a space
    gloss over the decadent
    with a fixed up face

    with some twine and bale
    i seek anew
    and i entrust
    my scotched taped heart...

    ...to you