the heart once broken

the heart once broken  by Bogdan Dragos

he was always the first
on the job
and the last to leave

silent guy

that's why I liked him

There were nine of us
and we had to move
furniture and
garden decorations
and other stuff for people
who changed their address

it was heavy physical labor
alright
so it's just normal to
sweat and stink

but he was on another level

I mean, the rest of us
we went home at the
end of the day and
we took showers

He slept in the
car

And I asked the others
why the hell did
he sleep in his car
when he lived in a big house
with his wife and
a little kid

and at first they didn't
reply
and the second time
I asked

which was much later

they told me
he doesn't go home
because there's his
wife and kid there

I was still too young
to get it

It takes a certain amount
of living life
to understand such things

I was nineteen back then
but sure didn't feel
like an adult

Actually,
I don't feel like an adult
today either

I'm just old enough
to understand why
he refused to go
home
and chose to sleep
in his car

It wasn't from him or
any of our colleagues
but one day I just came
across the saying,
'the heart once broken
can never, ever...'

and it just ends like
that.
The heart once broken can
never, ever...

Now everything makes a bit
more sense,
doesn't it?

and even if it doesn't
it makes you
want to leave things
as they are

for to seek to uncover the
world's mysteries is
to disturb the balance
of beauty

Just allow the world
to be what it will
and observe
but don't interfere

the sooner you
learn this lesson
the better 

Many thanks to LatinosUSA —English edition for featuring my poem, "the heart once broken"!

Check it out HERE!

Thank you!