A crack across the chimney’s face
foretold the fate of a broken romance.
As another winter goes by,
it’s finally time to say goodbye.
It was not always as dark —
we used to smile in the summers.
I guess we ran out of luck
and then began the dramas.
In time fragments of recollections scatter,
and we’ll lose significance and matter.
Since I’ll never get to tell you in person
I hope this finds you as I wish you… Well.
© Heath Muchena, 2010