It’s just past midnight and you’re calling me to tell me that he broke your heart and I can hear your unsung sadness, your in-between-the-lines loneliness. And when you call me to tell me that he broke your heart, this is what I’ll say:
Your left lung is a little smaller than your right lung,
just to make room for your heart.
You were born with a grasp reflex,
one of the first things you learn is how to hold on.
You are made of stardust, everything you are was once strewn around the heavens. You are made for more than this earth.
So when your soul rings empty and heart feels hollow,
remember that you were made