Fragments

My heart has been broken

in so many pieces

so many times

I'm sometimes surprised

there's anything left

but I piece it back together

again and again

with emotional duct tape

and I soldier on

ever onwards

seeking something I'm not sure

even exists

this phantom heart

made

they say

to buoy mine

may turn out to be

the ultimate illusion

the Loch Ness Big Foot Dragon-asaur of my existence 

and I'm starting to wonder

if every time

my heart shatters

I lose

one

more

necessary 

piece

of a soon to be lost entirely

whole

fragments of me

left all over

ground into the finest of dusts

coating everything.