A life well loved.

When I was small and my heart was young I dreamt of falling in love.

I dreamt of quiet nights,

glistening lights,

famous sights.

Yet the life I've lived has been nothing but.

Loud nights, rife with the shouts of fighting.

Vicious lights, red and blue and white.

Broken sights, memories now of things not quite right.

My heart was not destined for a small, single love.

No, not my heart.

This generous space God so graciously gave,

Full of love, yes, but to what end?

Overflowing, stifling and asphyxiating.

A life full of love.

But

How can a single heart love so many?

One heart that falls but is never caught.

For that is why it is called falling in love.

Because at the bottom there is nothing more than a smattering,

a shattering of body and soul with

no one there to pick up the pieces.