Broken Hearts

You think I broke your heart, but I think we both know
Your heart was already a hollow stone, empty as a long
Dead star, the throes of its agony gone and forgotten
In the deep reaches of space and time while observers
Wait for its little, shining light to wink out and vanish.
Here on Earth, we did nothing but pretend that a pair
Of stones struck together might produce a spark, light
A fire and fill a house with warmth, making it a home.
The end preceded the beginning as, running backward,
We opened the distance between us and  the drowned
Ourselves in sand, in a strange, mummified existence.

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