Unfortunately, Sometimes This is What We Find

Pavement

I have watched it for a while,

cold and hard,

sitting there, waiting.

Impact is expected

I wonder if it means to scare me.  Make me

think of open scars and broken

bones.  The kind where

mending

is never an option.

I reach for it gingerly, a chalk line love

that I hope past tears won’t

wash like rain.

But I know

it plans to erase me.  Make me

nothing more than

another indentation.

Your heart is an

impenetrable pavement.

It refuses to let me

through.