This modern term, often just a heart shaped
graphic or a certain bending of the fingers,
reminds me that love always finds
new ways to express itself
like the child I met yesterday,
a sweet little boy with a love of
Batman so great that he gave his
new comic book to his nurse, saying,
“Take this home to your little boy
so when he has to come to a hospital,
he’ll have the Cape Crusader with him.”
It’s almost religious, that kind of love.
And then there’s the broken heart;
The un-hearted.
Bleeding with no way to bind itself.
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