Sound of a Breaking Heart

We are so careless with other people’s hearts. It’s hard to believe that love is the reason we’re here, the thing that separates us from animals – the fact that we are able to verbalize our love for others, yet we don’t truly respect love. A dog will lay his life on the line for his owner, the one he loves. A man or woman will play with the heart of someone brave enough to love. I say brave because if you completely open yourself up to loving someone else, you open yourself completely to being hurt by that person as well.

So, tonight, I was flipping through my phone and I saw this picture of a boy playing keep away with a girl’s heart. I cried as I looked at the picture. Then I wondered, what sound does a breaking heart make?

 

What sound does a breaking heart make?
The crack of a helmet meeting with ribs
on the football field?

A high-pitched scream from stepping on blocks
and other childish things left scattered about?

The sound of a siren wailing behind a driver
carelessly going five miles over the speed limit?

A sound like tears falling softly against a
crying woman’s pillow?

The sound of a spoon falling in the sink with
dried chocolate ice cream in the center?

The sound of a hissing balloon that’s losing
all of its air?

Or maybe a breaking heart doesn’t make a sound,
at all. And that’s the great bittersweetness of love.
To drown in the sights and sounds of love when
love still exists in the foundation of a relationship, but
when loves is gone, it just sneaks out the back door
and no one knows it’s gone until silent tears begin to fall.

Happy Tuesday people. Whatever you do today, do it fabulously. And, hopefully do it with or in love.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind