My heart 
never breaks 
it stretches 
break implies 
it’s fragile 
cold even 
mine’s a
warm pliable 
rubber band 
capable of 
great change 
it grows 
and shrinks 
forever beats
faster when 
in love 
and slowly 
when not 
conserving itself 

Door 
creak
floor 
belt
zip
drop 
lift
weight 
warmth 
heat
moist
touch 
lock
eye 
turn 
sigh
sleep 
dream 

In these
earliest hours
when things 
are easy 
here you 
were then
now gone 
and I 
am left
with cold 
of night 
and nothing 

I’m just being 
quiet like snow 
a few tinks 
maybe some clinks
but mostly I’m
just being quiet 
thoughts come thoughts 
go like drifts
that gather here 
and go there 
and finally away 
like dimples in
blankets or waves 
in the sea
seen then not 
thought then nary
remembered hardly not
dry again this 
glass this pen
and this heart

And the sky
such a sky
as my eyes 
have ever seen 
a watery sky
clear of anything 
but this blue 
which isn’t really 
even blue but 
these old eyes 
think it is 
as they do 
of you too
when they pause 
ever upon you 
seeing but one 
thing your beauty 
be it there
or ever not