half-hearted

We said we would give our whole hearts

but we held some back

for safe-keeping,

for a rainy day

when we might need it

for our Self without the other.

Now that rainy day is here

and it turns out

these tattered lint-covered

fragments of heart

are no use at all

as an umbrella.

So the rain pours

down and in and through

these gaping holes

where no holes

were meant to be.