The saddest sound in the world

Is the breaking of a heart.

First the whoosh of the wind

And the flame going out and the cold sets in.

Then the crack as a first crack traces

A lonely line across the edge.

Then the plink as the first little piece falls off.

And the tension in the air, the pain of holding it together.

A single line of smoke, rekindling the fire for a couple breaths

Then its out again and the next piece falls and you try to keep it together as the creaks run along the edges, running under your fingers and through your hands.

The scream and the crash of the heart shattering under your skin as you fall to your knees, the glass pieces raining on your broken skin.

Then the lonely echo for the next six months...the time bleeding into itself until days fold over on top of each other.

And that's how walls are made. 

~October