You hold in your hands my heart, held together only by tape and glue – a battered soul’s poor attempt to repair its tattered being. Faintly you hear the soft beating, the almost imperceptible pulsing of life. It’s weathered a thousand storms that has raged against it, deadly winds that slashed endlessly, lightning strikes that tore through it – and still remained intact. And, yet, in one single, solitary moment, you broke it – as easily as accidentally dropping a glass. Now as you gaze incredulously at the pieces shattered across the floor, you reflect and wonder – you didn’t even know you held my heart until it crashed into a million pieces at your feet.