The cracks of my heart

     

I Spent so much time running 

As though pushed by yet an unconscious fear of stillness

The quietness allowed space to the clash of my heart mourning yours

A sound I failed to ready the courage to listen to 

And so I run 

Into you to quiet the tumult that required yet a higher pitch of serenity to dissolve

And then from you when the home in your heart turned cold, ruthlessly wordless