There are two sides of the heart,
and the shattered edges of one slipslide
as it struggles to get a grip on
what is truly glossy magazine paper
– cold, pretty and utterly humiliating.
it is hardly surprising, for nobody
claimed they were as one, she is only
half because she is not whole,
and he because he gave himself away.
it is an automatic assumption,
and he has fallen into the trap,
fast-changing rusted gears as she
gathers her clouds and teeth and walks away.
he hopes this is a hypothetical situation,
because heartbreak swore murder
if it had to visit a second time.