This brittle heart
has loved only once
she gives the impression
she is eternally shut
though within her lies
a seed of hope as dormant as
the buds beneath winter earth
but whom
shall bring forth rain and sun
permitting her entry once again
to consider the marvel of a world
where love is not common
nor easily found
where cutting oneself off and hiding
beneath heavily padded doors
is one way the sensitive heart survived
so long
yet we are sand running in opposite direction
a flame not to last eternity
for surely the beat of our hearts
reminds us
there are reasons for longing
watching another moment pass by
what if
out there
in unknown, there is a person
wishing just as I
for the other half
would it be
we could discover
each other
and close
the emptiness
within us
even for the short
space of a
life time