Tales of an Old Heart

My darling— my distant woman once in love and now a breeze. The calendar on the wall reveals a different truth. Yes, time will tell. But time came late— a fading sound, once in love, now just a call. The phone is on, and now I wait, long distance perhaps. A swollen heart awaits— a crackling glass, a scathing burn in one last translation. Oh, my heavy lump of rock please break away. The hammers of joy are ever-present, revealing a soft pulp of new royal treasures. Let this heart fly with new weaved feathers. Let it find you! Let it find you! Let it. Let it.