Each parting cracks our heart
But nothing gets broken
Except the illusion that we’re apart
The cracks widen letting in
A light too vast to be spoken
Let the space between the cracks expand
Until we vanish into love’s primal demand

Each parting brings its own aching
But nothing is actually breaking
Except our nostalgia for tomorrow
All of this stormy heart-hurt
Takes us to the heartland of sorrow
Guiding us through all the fuss
Until separation cannot separate us

Each parting crucifies our attachment
Our ribcage sudden sky
It’s not our heart that cracks
But what we’ve around it built
A guardian from a younger time
Crumbling to less than dust
As all constructions must