Broken

Our hearts are broken

from the first breath

and on to the first cry

to the first tear

Our souls are broken

as their lives

bleed out into the darkness

of loss

Our thread, yours and mine, is broken

In the beginning

when the magic of love

wasn’t magic at all

but a reality

In the beginning

before we knew of time

and heartbeats

there was only the chaos of love

This, here, there, in the shadows, in the light, is broken

The echo

of our first tears

as they drop to the floor

hammers against the solitude of life

The echo

of our first voiced scream

gives vent to the rip

to the loss

Broken, till we meet again …