A Secret

A door locked since forever,
Was unexpectedly kicked open.

And thus,
a lonely heart afraid of itself,
Was finally offered.

Just once, both gently and violently,
with something akin to shame.

Then smash.
A million pieces.
Smash.
A billion pieces.
Smash.
A trillion pieces.

And there was nothing I could do,
But keep watching
how those tiny, now useless, things
Fall so quickly through my hands,
Like the driest of sands.

And I cannot but wonder
If anyone will find them.
And maybe come looking one day,
to give some of them back.

But a question haunts me, day in day out
How can one feel such monumental loss,
For something they never had.

I feel like the moon I keep staring at all night
Laughs through its white crooked teeth
At all of my dreams.

But it can laugh all it wants.
Because I have a secret.
A final small piece so carefully hidden.

And within it is kept yet another secret.
The one thing that makes me the man that I am.