There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.
~ Leonard Cohen

There were times through the years,
Love, I thought my heart would break.
Times it felt rough around the edges
and since I wear it out there
on my sleeve, you always knew,
while your heart was (mostly)
tucked away, steadfast and quiet,
though once I saw it naked in your eyes.

And didn’t we both expect perfection –
that your heart would always
speak when I needed it
and that mine would hear
all your unspoken words?
Maybe growing old is just learning
to cradle each other’s heart in our hands
like a broken bird
or snowflakes melting in fists of light.