The heart is hollow 

A hallowed hall 

Of contracting walls 

 

It rests in a chest 

A treasure 

Not meant to horde or hold

 

A living lesson 

In letting

Go 

Loss does not break it

For it is crossroads of chambers

Made of the 

Constant rhythm 

Of moments

Gone in a beat 

A verb in noun form 

The tide’s engine  

Alive

In motion

It breaks 

When it 

Goes 

still