Day 434: When It Breaks

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when it breaks,
you don’t hear a crack.
there is no thunder in the sky
nor fissure in the black.

it’s a sit-down with the in-laws
and the hors d’oeuvres left untouched.

it’s intentional disregarding
of photo books, keepsakes,
and such.

when it breaks,
the man on the moon
finds himself
strange,
and silent,
unafraid of the dark
and lack of gravity.

 

unforgivably weightless,
at last.

 

when it breaks,
the angels hold their breath
and keep the clouds
from coming in.

 

it’s time to see clearly, now.

 

when it breaks,
fierce blue streaks
flash from former gentle eyes.
how quickly the loved
can become the despised,

when it breaks.

 

but hold.

 

behold.

 

i’ll not paste you with cliché
nor soothe you with saccharine,

for when it breaks,
better takes a bit,

but it comes.

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