Strings of the Heart

By Khomotso Makitla Wormholes start small — slow, but sure, they expand. The magnetic field of your eyes, your smile, your laughter, Attracts and does not repel — why fight what the heart desires? The void between us deepened, and now you’re out of reach. I whisper alone to the stars, hoping they’ll reply. I reach to the skies, for I know you are a star. Wishing you could wander through my thoughts — Navigate my veins with grace, for your touch now stirs my heart. Be gentle with matters of the heart — Like the human mind, it has been deceived too often. Made to believe, only to fall into disbelief. But trust again — let your heart remember how to love. Strings of the heart are made of love. Let the instrument of love lead the way.