Go on, take a piece of mine.
Turns out, the heart regenerates

even after we give a bit away,
even when bits are taken.

They’re not so much broken
as nipped at, though some chunks

are larger, and heaven knows,
we feel deep cracks of sorrow

arrow through them like lightning.
But as our hearts endure so much

pain, they also swell with joy
as love born this day fills

those chunks and cracks with
slender ribbons of gold that

remind me to say, even now:
Have a heart, dear one,

a bit of mine to tuck into yours,
perhaps now, maybe later,

whenever you need it most.