My heart is full 
but that’s not where
its beauty is found 
where its beauty lies 
is in its cracks 
for that is heartbreak
and only heartbreak can 
give a patina to 
and also strength to 
a heart that’s loved 

Love is a
fools pursuit it
makes one vulnerable 
and it hurts 
that is love 
that is past
love that is 
present does none 
of those love 
that is present 
is simply there
absent of any 
memory of any 
love ever before 

It’s the center 
not the extreme 
that brings comfort 
like a pillow 
the fringe is
simply decoration meant 
to entice but 
the center is 
where one rests 
his head is 
the strongest part 

Very few people 
actually love me 
and that’s heartbreaking 
for I have 
loved so many 
and been forgotten 
by even more 
so why even 
love at all 
in this world 
we keep looking 
looking looking looking 
for something somebody 
someone and somewhere 
usually else just 
how much looking 
does one have 
to do before 
one eventually stops 
this over looking 

He’s now become 
a harbinger a
bellwether a barometer 
a faint light 
on the mountaintop 
signaling a danger 
a keep away 
sign don’t touch 
at first I
thought maybe jealousy 
or even envy 
but no it’s 
something else entirely 
concern and care
is his intention 
and now whereas
before I was 
the one holding 
the lantern low
showing him where 
to slowly step 
he has taken 
point showing me