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When Hearts Become Clocks

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By Jeffrey SparksPublished 2 months ago Updated 2 months ago 1 min read
When Hearts Become Clocks
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While you were away to rebuild Rome

with revelations of your prose,

my future, like my past, disappeared.

With few resources to sustain our home,

our once-forever abode

soon collapsed exactly as I feared.

But after feeling restless and witnessing

patterns of fracture embedded deep

across domestic structure lines

I became determined to not get me down,

and took my heart to town,

while unaware of its ability to tell time.

And although I still believe, yes indeed,

this break was caused by a mess you made,

that is where my heart is now

and where my heart forever stays.

In the town center, my heart sits,

never again to know bliss,

a broken clock on display.

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Jeffrey Sparks

Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.

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