This fractured heart is unbound
By tangled strings
Not tethered to another set of eyes
Reflecting a shimmer of tears
Unable to look away
Even as love is strangled by its own bonds
Relentlessly
Moments come and go unexpectedly
Uncharted
Echoes of improvisational adaptation
Against the dissonance of solitude
Rising like a three a.m. riff at Birdland
Into a time when dawn seems impossible
To remember
Against the black of lonely
Where a curl of smoke is light enough
To provide a contrast
To emptiness
David Trudel © 2013
