fractured night.

on this night, i ask whether
the heart is brittle or were the
words sharpened on jagged
teeth?

you speak
in
fragments.

“the house […]
empty. you’re […]
just as empty […]”

i once took residence
in your heart.

that's comforting.

my world is littered
with words of you,
beckoning to be
molded into
poetry.

i just hope
that your world
still houses a little
of my poetry too.