poem: valentine’s mirror

you break my heart 

and i turn you into a rhythm

footsteps on an empty page, 

echoing words, absent of

your tongue, falling from memory to fingertip

to you – readers, 

absent audience, hear my story – i carried new love on my back

and broke as it snapped 

cracking down onto my bird-bone spine;

turned them into art, a tapestry

on the wall of my head-house.

not a masterpiece, 

but a stepping stone

to becoming the patron saint to the lost and lovely hordes of the broken hearted.

– t. bennett 


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