heart strings


the strings of this heart,
once tied tightly in earnest
– quivering at mere whispers –
have since loosened in their resolve.

such supple sinews had hitherto stretched forth,
gayly greeting hands that might have played
implacably dulcet melodies.

if only practice made perfect.

how can it be
that after so few years
and even fewer loves
these strings have so frayed?