Dry soil

One step at a time
One step forward
Two steps backwards
I come back to a square one

My heart is fragile but hard
Like dry soil waiting to be grabbed
Smashed, thrown away like dust

Now that my head and heart have gone
So too, the memory of you has blown
Deleted, like hot butter easily melted
Merged into nothingness, you bolted

And I am left with unexplainable dry tears
Yet, you are nothing but the dirt in that dry soil

In my ongoing project of 100 poems of agony. Written in August 2020.