controlled burn

Hearts
were not made
to be torn in two.
And mine are not hands
that could ever rend you,
unless my own heart
breaking endlessly
could somehow forget

the forest you've planted
since leaving me. If not
for the leaves piling up to fuel, 
I would not even hear each tree
falling down. In crashes to crackle
without a sound, as the flames engulf. 

There is no
one around.