Shatter

Shatter

Some days are better,
When he’s too busy to remember
What brought him here,
And he doesn’t count the years
Since it happened.

Tucked deep into his hood
And coat and boots and gloves,
He glowers at the nonsense
That surrounds him, anger
Which keeps demons at bay;

His demons, the ones he can
Avoid by walking endlessly,
Apparently aimlessly, through
This city and the fields and
Forests around it,

From before dawn until late
Into the frozen night. Only
When he pushes open the door
To the empty anonymous
House, do they stir,

And then he remembers that
Day, far behind, when she told
Him she didn’t love him,
When she froze his heart,
And listened to it shatter.

R 27/11/2024 19:46