the way you captivated me
poured heart and soul
day and night into this
piece
to present to you
little did I understand of timing
just when the work was through
you up and flew
away, leaving me empty
little to say except
“new exhibit, broken heart on display”
what exquisite brushstrokes of pain
captive the audience in this museum of the same lame, lost, lonesome
name “Heartbreak”, what even does that mean?
breakage implies fixability
but for me it’s disability
can shove the pieces into the semblance of a shape, but it just ain’t the same