There is a man with a broken heart,
And if you could piece those splinters
Back together one fragment of memory
At a time, one treasured syllable
Of fondness and dearness and promise
Of neverending-ness at a time,
You'd still have a heart with a
fractured void at its core
And somewhere a woman whose
chrysalis of love is the same shape
as that fractured void and somewhere
along the way the luminescent butterfly
of love beating its wings with syllables
of fondness and dearness and promises
of neverending-ness, crawled back
into that chrysalis, became a worm,
and died,
killing two hearts
at one time.
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Wonderful write. So heart-touching. The fate of love is often loss and heartbreak. Sad poignant write but so beautiful. A huge 10.