The Man Who Gave Me Everything

I watched my father’s heart break just a little

day by day it cracked more.

 

The developing masses

slammed against the edges

ripped apart the heartstrings

pierced straight through the middle.

 

Pieces fell everywhere

as I ran around,

breathlessly trying to pick up

these scraps of heart.

 

Strangers only took

only assumed

the worst of him

 

To the man who gave me everything:

I’m sorry.

I could not watch.

I was powerless.

 

but, so was he.

 

We stood stiffly hand-in-hand

chained down by their accusations,

choked by their surrounding lies,

silenced by the fear that ambushed us

 

I smiled at him,

looked over at what was left of his heart,

shut my eyes and

 

gave him my own.