Heart Out

He was a spilt bottle of red wine,
broken guitar strings,
the end of a joint,
the sun hiding behind the clouds.
He was the unravelling of a wool jumper,
torn and yellowing pages of your favourite book,
a dulled tip of a knife,
a crack in the limb of a Eucalyptus.
He was chipped nail polish,
he was knotted hair,
he was a ruptured spleen.
He was a beautiful, profound, chaotic mess.
And now he's dust, lingering gently and settling in the distance, unseen,
forever.