(Today, for a significant portion of it, I didn’t want to write.  I just wanted to rest.  The mental fatigue of everyday life had worn on me this week.  But here I am with another entry.  Day 313…)

Broken bones and pocket change.  This heart is all she left me with…

She had words that ruined my belief in elementary adages that reaffirm self-esteem
She took a hammer to my rib cage
Since part of it was given to her
She knew it was weakened

And I’m broke
And I’m broken
I can’t spare any extra money
Or time
The penny for her thoughts
Must have been dropped from atop our empire state
That split me
Like stick and stone could never do