Every time you write to me
Another shard breaks
Off my heart and into space
It flutters away
I don't know how much is left
But it can't be great
Because I can't feel
My feelings as of late
They must happen somewhere
And must be made somehow
And be reacting to something
But yet, my mind registers nothing
Two people
In one case
Neither knows
What has changed
But they
Used to be
One person,
One me.
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
