You never know where inspiration will come from. My MacBook power cord bit the dust recently.
Broken
The end of the extension cord
Flops
A wire slips out
A wire that should be inside the casing
A wire that should be a continuous strand.
Broken.
From too much use.
One bend too many.
A metaphor?
Maybe.
For all those times
We feel broken/
Like our heart has snapped in two
From loving too hard
And one too many stabbing words.
Not as many repairmen and women
These days.
And so many things designed to be replaced
When they break,
Too bad you can’t replace a broken heart.
