Broken

After you finish

crying

and the sadness finds

a home

in what’s left

of your heart,

you ask her

when she’s leaving

you.

 

I’m not leaving

YOU, Nicky. I have to go

out next week,

meet with the racing team,

but I’ll be back

every other weekend

until the Triple Crown,

and then I’m home

for the summer

and we’ll figure out

how to fix all this.

 

How is she gonna

fix this shattered heart,

you wonder?