Hearts manage

hearts manage not to get crushed when not taking actions of another personally---

it's either everything is personal, or nothing is; she chooses the latter, and suffers less

she climbs the ladder, scales the heights-

yet finds herself more often than not seeking the ground level of pink clover and red sumac-smelling like the sweet and tart lemonade they shared

the promise that was placed in the crook of the oak-- in the heart of the meadow, on a warm garnet afternoon in june-

 when the promise of love and togetherness ended up being heard by the sky above

a single black bird, the intervening moon, the poem scribbled on the nearest oak,
the unfinished tune

~kate lamberg (c) '18