Heartbreak in your late-twenties
is tired pain,
lazy darkness
that stays with you
a stomach never still
an inconspicuous
quality to
your movement
a muted expression
in your eyes,
so much so
that as the years go
you forget
the hot ember
that rumbles inside
It’s not like you don’t try,
blooming into the
future stretching
high to God
reaching out
for opportunity
with wise fingers
But the fear cracks
your bark-like skin,
and the pain
lies beneath
like sap
and I suppose
it’s always breaking
and there is
no way
to
turn back
This heartbreak
becomes
my generation
hiding
our intimacy
with crisp leaves
and pretty flowers,
we are seen and
bare skin
bereft of hope
glittering
in moonlight
It is a legacy
there is no healing,
only years
an abyss of abundance
where you crack
slightly open
eternally-spilling
onto the horizon
What fleeting beauty
stretching out
running like water
onto a bed of pain
so much
bleakness in the air
so much
love we crave
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