Time dissipates,
but burning wicks and melting wax
won’t ponder other fates.
Your heart awaits
but we all know that you’re searching
for a voice who advocates.
She speculates
every hour you’ve been suffering,
to reduce it down to nothing,
until you’re the one left treating all the burns
and cleaning off the slates.
—  Your Heart Awaits // Grazia Curcuru