Dried
What once flowed now bottled
So you can hoard your heart
That perfectly sculpted vessel
Will quickly fall apart,
A drop
Falls
through
Pouring to
Someone
better,
Someone
true.
The friendship faked as water
Has now turned to dust,
Empathetic smiles
Are still evident on the crust.
No, I do not know you.
No! I won't say why.
No, I cannot fix the crack
That has made your heart so dry.
KJ 2010
Poem "Dark of Day" - "Then I Passed" Series
