Tell Me No More of Enchanted Days

This is how you Break a heart.  Keep it outside,  Your door.  For wild animals To tear it apart.  Perch it on swings,  Free, fun and wobbly.  Loan it like a book, To find it returned,  Tattered, wet and smudged.  Boast about its worth,  In a dangerous, smoky bar,  To find it stolen,  When you step away For an unexpected second.  Gift it to a stranger,  Hoping they would,  Give you something In return, because you Have always been deserving.  Wait with it At the bus stop,  Knowing very well,  Nothing is coming On this route Ever again.  This is how you Heal a heart.  Bandage it Like a bleeding wound,  And give it time For new skin To grow over the old.  Wrap it delicately,  As if it were A little bird In your calloused hands.  Do not add too many layers,  Just because you Feel it's shivering away.  Sing to it a lullaby,  Comforting words,  For an anxious child.  Wrap it up  In bubble wrap,  A vintage wine,  Meant only to be shared With real friends On special occasions.  Take it out

  I.    “Why are you doing this to me? I'm beginning to hate you. Grow some balls!” “Avni, please stop calling me. I told you my wife is tracking my every move.” “Why are you whispering? Where are you right now?” “In my room. Pretending to be on an office call.” “Look Jugal, if you didn't have in you to have an affair, why the fuck did you? I'm not one of your sweet, spiritual little girls who love unconditionally. You mess with me; I mess with you too.” “I'm sorry okay. I'm really sorry. I do like you a lot. I'm in awe of you. Everything you do. You inspire me. But my daughter is more important to me than anyone else.” “And your wife?” “I don't love her. You know that. But if I ever goof up in this marriage, I will never see my daughter again. If not for my child, I would have left my wife a long time ago.” “Meet me. At the same bakery. We can go to my house and...” “No Avni. It's over. I can't. I'm sorry.” He disconnecte