Heartbreak
Heartbreak
not like picking up shards of glass,
(how cliché)
no, like picking up
memories that dissolve
once in hand,
a blob of mass,
beyond measure,
impossible to understand,
this broken heart.
I am telling you this
in uncertain terms: I know nothing.
For everything that I think I know,
I only know that I think it.
In uncertain terms, everything exists.
In uncertain terms, everything is possible.
It is certain that I am uncertain.
Certainly, I know this much.
Heartbreak
not like picking up shards of glass,
(how cliché)
no, like picking up
memories that dissolve
once in hand,
a blob of mass,
beyond measure,
impossible to understand,
this broken heart.