Day 824: Heart on Sleeve

You can't get a more touching poem than one about heartbreak. And the shorter and simpler it is, the bigger and better the effect.

 Second Helpings - John Brehm

I wear my heart on my sleeve,

or rather both sleeves, since

it's usually broken.

Sometimes when I join my hands

to pray, the jagged edges

briefly touch,

like a plate that fell and cracked

apart from being asked

to hold too much.