Dust

Once, twice and maybe

a score,

I gave my heart….

None were malicious,

But somehow,

Inexplicably,

They would,

Drop my heart,

Which shattered,

Then,

On the floor,

They’d grind their heels

Into the pieces,

‘Til all that was left

Was dust….

I’ve put it back together,

But it went slowly

Using a microscope,

Matching grain to grain,

Until I just finished it yesterday.

I’ve sat,

Staring at it

On it’s pedestal,

and

Unsure what to do….

I put it in

A steel box in a

Fortress,

Guarded by a

Dragon…..