The Heart Doesn't Break Gently

The heart doesn't break gently

It chips and creaks until cracks 

Appear from the bedroom walls 

Snaking to the front door

Which crumbles down

With a crash so all mighty

- It startles the thief

Who came creeping in the night

Who stole a heart that isn't his -

And my tattered own was found

In time, bruised and slashed, 

Taped with smiles tinged with grief

Handed empty to strangers

Lonely in these strange lands

Even if it is tired 

Of building castles in the sand.

Zaie Hamzah Kuala Lumpur
November 2018