The reason why 
I won’t is
because I can’t 
you see this 
old heart which 
I thought was 
made of rubber 
is made of 
glass and I’ve 
just now finally 
found all the 
pieces from the 
last time and 
glued them together 
I didn’t think 
that I would 
or could or
ever should again 

Enough isn’t only 
a quantity of 
ones happiness but 
also a qualifier 
sometimes enough truly 
is enough signaling 
the end of 
something heretofore known 
enough can be 
the start but 
it also can 
be the end 

What do you 
call those things 
that show up 
every now and 
again but never 
routinely or consistently 
pebble penny or
maybe stone feral 
lost or stray
confused conflicted or 
confronted whatever it 
is or whatever 
they are they 
aren’t a place 
to moor a
ship or hang 
a hat or 
count on anything 

Small isn’t invisible 
small is reduced 
redacted and abbreviated 
invisible is either 
been and forgotten 
or never been 
seen ever before 
since or again 
small comes before 
invisible that’s when 
poof is heard
and n’er more

Of all 
the people 
who I’ve 
ever lost
in life 
I miss 
him most 
my nights 
became longer 
my clouds
grew thicker 
flowers lost
their bloom
and laughter
its glee
the day 
he died 
nothing was
is or 
will be 
ever as
bright again