He bulldozed his way through life
Never a care about anyone else
Leaving broken hearts
Littered across the pavement
As he rode his way into the sunset
.
You would think that he would look back
At least one last goodbye
The tattered sheets he gave his love to
a sliver of warmth to the fragments he left behind
.
I couldn’t see his face
But I imagined … or at least I hoped
that he had a solitary tear
.
That he held his head high
But he was broken inside
.
I couldn’t hear him any longer
But I imagined … or at least I hoped
that his lip quivered a little
Maybe his own heart let out a whimper
.
Because you cannot runaway from all the broken hearts
Without breaking a little of your own in return
.
Theimpetuous way he lived his life
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The Reluctant Poet 