Driven by a Wedge

Tilting her head, she hears
a little sound,
of that of a whisper and a breathless 
wisp of chanter..
The message concise like a
written encounter,
bottled and set sailed on
choppy waters.

Why do heartbreaks drive a wedge
of unhappiness upon a man
and woman who walk away
from love once found and lost?
The whispers of the answers
lie deeply etched in
makeshift cleavage
a tired mind and
a tiresome bondage.



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