Cracks

A chip here.
A fracture there.
And far too many tears.

You're so close,
far too close to me,
to either brood or to boast.

I keep my eyes on the ground,
counting the cracks in the sidewalk,
my aching soul's walls down
as I study the map of my heart.

So count the cracks:

One...
Two...
Three...

So count the lines
where the sidewalk parts,
because everyday he walks across
my broken heart.

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SG.