I have thought about it, but have given up hope
that anything remains in your soul or heart
besides emptiness. But they say them’s the breaks.
Guess they might be right; you’ve had so many breaks,
second chances and do-overs sparking hope
that you might find space for me within your heart.
That was when I thought you had that sort of heart,
open, loving, and willing to avoid breaks
in others. A wellspring of care as well as hope.
When all is said and done, I hope your heart breaks.