Saltwater

Can broken hearts be reassembled

I was trying to, with elmer's glue

for quite a while.

I was never made of steel

But I think cracked body parts need magnetic fields

Like the one I wandered into, with you

pulling my pieces back into four-chambered form in your sleep

open smile behind glass

we all need windows to breathe

possibilities

This was never love, but it was gravity

meteors falling in flame for sleepless nights before fading

This was never a promise, no 

This was a message in a bottle

floating in a little too soaked with saltwater.

This was the wind after a tropical storm

warm and unpredictable

whispering through rubble

and blowing the creaking door open

after someone walked away.