When Hearts Become Clocks

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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