Meditation of the heart

Broken hearts destroy 

the good people 

that we in more naive times 

romanticized we’d grow up to be

We numb ourselves 

protectively from love’s sting 

forgetting all the while 

that we did not choose our feelings 

penitent for the crime 

perpetuated on us 

by our own heart 


could never live up 

to its own reputation 

but heartbreak 

more than makes up 

for the slight 

and we in isolation 

long for other 

that longs for us 

passion interrupts 

and we call ourselves fortunate