Other heartbreaks

If there is a heaven,
it might have touched me
in how much lower
and softer
the voice of a lover
can be.

In how I was humbled
to a fool,
to a pool,
to a blade of grass
as I crumbled,
falling
into rain,
crying,
at the edge of my breath
and I sighed
in relief
at such depth
as though I was in pain,
and in a way, I was.

I was broken,
yet full
and flooding,
once again ready and open,
and hopefully always so shall
it be, and that is all.

26/07/2020