For Broken Hearts

It was barely perceptible,

A delicate disentangling

A pliant peeling away

Surreptitious separation

Incising in tiny tears


Oh, how I wanted to cling

Close, secure and sure

But life, life reaps surrender 

Fruits must soften then drop

And rot to form new shoots

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Originally written 3/5/14. This poem has undergone several morphs. Its current incarnation is entitled "Biorhythm."

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