whats left to say
when the bottom drops out
of the whole thing
the whole mess
and love.
everything that was once at the center
peripheral now at best.
the lines are strained to stay connected
tight and humming with the vibrations
alluding to the inevetable collapse
that must come at the end.
when everything tumbles
falls
dissolves
burns
crawls
away.
away.
what is left for the broken heart.
start again,
from the bottom.
looking up is always a nice way to begin.