Not all hearts are still capable of breaking
Over a lover
Over a friend
Over loss, inevitable as change itself
Through the wintering of the soul
Over that harsh imperative to put of the self into the world
With fumbled brush or hackneyed phrase
To say what otherwise we could not be willing to know
Heartbreak is a birthright
A vestigial link
A silver thread worked hand over hand, through the shadows
Guide to an age of innocence