hearts are so easily broken.
take mine as your subway token
to the underground where you'll see
it's hard to love.
i feel so alone up here above
the floor.
calypso sunsets start the night
which taste of sweet air
and blind persistence.
a kiss, a caress, an embrace
in those arms,
on that face,
smell the summer warmth in
the auburn hair.
your eyes are so green
waiting to ripen
under the humid noon sun.
and the subway keeps going underground
waiting for people.
is this fleeting?
he laughs.
she smiles.
the harmonious laughter echoes
and another heart is broken.
so easy, and so tough.
underneath that pale exterior
the subway runs
and waits for broken hearts.
how you can't split them in half
but in thirds:
one for you
one for the other
and the last piece utterly destroyed
lost forever in
a stream of consciousness
in the lilting summer
devoured by forgetfulness
banished by common sense.
how we wish to get it back,
but we never can.
so easy, yet so tough.
love can be so rough.
