my heart is sore
it isn’t broken yet
though like a dam cracking as
it struggles with spring floods
it’s nearly bursting now

my heart is sore
its strings are tense
its beat is hardening
getting to a dull roar
it’s nearly taking flight

my heart is gone
it just tore itself apart
as it flew out of me
like my bluebird

so now, I guess
I’m just like him



I never thought
I’d ask him to
keep me close
yet hold me back

from that fire within him
that I had fuelled with my breath
only trying to get him to live again

he’s dead
and I can’t keep trying

I’ll take a deep breath
Deeper than his capacity to love
and I’ll float among the clouds

I might keep searching for him
but I’ll try not call out
for him anymore