Take Care, Your Heart

One hopes for the bitter heart,
The constant beating of that muscle
Long disused, constant yet apart.
If only it were second sighted,
Downwind of the relentless bustle
And able to out-smell those other scents
Those hollow worlds that cloud new starts.
Do not yet draw back, fearful, blighted...
Yet see the barbed, fractured wrecks
As if machines fallen to disrepair,
They stand as lasting monument
When love is really no longer there.
Blood still pumps whatever weather
Will continue to, despite best intent,
We learn to care but not to care
We learn not how to relent.