something in me broke
and i don’t know what it was:
a dam or a wall.
if it was a dam, then all the emotions –
which i never knew i had –
would come spilling out,
running to shore and devouring the land,
gathering strength to tear down your wall.
but i see you standing still –
sturdy, steady, sure.
if it was a wall that broke, then i would be bereft,
open to your invasion of my treasure.
then my heart would be plundered,
my love carted away, displayed proudly in your heart.
but my heart is secure, encasing my love
still, when i peered into your eyes,
watched you sit languidly,
walking out of yourself unabashedly,
i felt something break in me.
but i do not know what it is.