To Poetry

We fell in love hundreds of times and buried the remnants of each like a curse or a prayer somewhere deep in our bones These memories carved out the stones we built our walls with We wear the names of each heartbreak on the collars of our shirts then loudly exclaim Hasn't life always had us by the neck We learn to live with disappointment Some of us heavier than others, these stones are to much to carry alone But I can make my burden beautiful