worn from trial and battle,
scraped bare from neglect
when I found you.
My heart, paper thin,
translucent in the sun,
the palest pink,
barely beating out the faintest sound;
cotton balls thrown against her.
Your heart matched mine,
but of tin
and not so easily seen through.
You took my paper heart,
told me it was fine,
and crafted it into something folded
adorned with creases
and secret pockets
until it was something new,
something to hold and cradle
and then you breathed into it
You handed it back,
told me to use my own breath
and to fill it.
and it ballooned into a paper heart,
magical and three dimensional,
scored and folded into my heart.
full of good things,
and room to store more.
Then I saw a faint flicker cross your heart,
a sadness that went deep
and wide like the ocean…
but it was gone in less than a flash.
I wondered what I saw,
how someone so wonderful could have longing,
or seem sad at all…
in the quiet I heard the beat of your heart,
the strength of the thump,
felt the music,
then how the hollow sound of metal tapping out a beat.
Metal against metal
and I remembered your tin heart
that cannot be turned and crafted so easily as mine,
that the sun cannot shine through
and breath alone cannot transform
and I swallowed my self pity
and hid my tear
and was thankful to be a little fragile.