To Whom I Mail The Pieces Of My Broken Heart,

I thought our foot prints side by side in the sand should hold their weight and not be washed ashore.........

I sat staring as the dawn cracked the horizon and crept around and through the bars that protected the windows of my first story brownstone walk up apartment in Center City, Philadelphia. I sat and stared trying to match her heart beat to the footsteps of the commuters tiptoeing through their coffee haze, wearing hangovers like super hero capes.

Having been adopted and coming from multiple broken homes, the shape of modern love is at times, not unlike trying to fit a round peg into a square hole for me.........