Is this your heart,
in pieces on the entry tile?
Ah, it broke last night
just as you made it home…

I am sorry–
I recall the pain of it,
and the need to leave the pieces
where they fall,
perhaps to pick up later
(which we almost all eventually do).

Do you notice, though,
how the morning sun,
joining us through the eastern windows,
plays patterns across the floor,
touches your heart,
floods the exposed interior with light?

This only happens,
you know,
with a heart that's broken.

Text and
image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.