When I discovered the heart of my heart

it was ground into fine grey dust

Mixed with sweat and tears

Barely holding its shape in the endless rain

When I next met the heart of my heart

broken into bloody pieces it screamed at me

Every piece I touched was too raw

To bear the imprint of even the softest caress

Then next I met the heart of my heart

It glanced up and saw me coming

It ignored me on the street corner and walked away

Leaving a crumpled up newspaper and its disgust

And then the heart of my heart

told me to fuck the hell off

It was done with me not showing up

Of my thin pretense at caring

My next conversation with the heart of my heart

had it crying in my arms

and then

in unspeakable faith

it opened to me

let me in

and showed me the yet deeper heart inside…