A heart socket hollow,
abandoned for a painless pursuit 
— feelings unfelt and
thought into boxes,
stored in their unit
of time.

But this packaging does not resolve
the reason for their rise —
feeble fantasies whither 
as the narrative writhes 
to remember its rhyme.

A heart socket hailed
accepts the persistence
of a painful past 
unboxing the fear of feeling,
never blaming always aiming
for the gray space where
the angles fade into clarity. 

Who will you heed -
the maker or the mirage?