you were taught
that time
is divisible,
that someone would be coming
to pick you up
later.
Even now
you can't seem to rule out
the possibility
of conditional
rescue entirely—
after all,
you do not want to die
frightened;
you'd rather go
bitter.
*
The question
isn't whether
or not
a heart comes
to be broken—
or even
when and how—
but rather,
how
uniquely?
How beautifully
scattered is the
shattering pattern?
This must be the measure
by which we earn the right
to call ourselves
extraordinary
individuals.
