A Piece of my Heart

You can’t
have a piece
of my heart

But a piece of my soul
You’ve already claimed

The shredding and
The pain

Of scattering ache
Across another page

I’m broken

Like another old toy
Your predecessors
Already exchanged

I’m flesh and alive
Despite the hardening
Of my mind
To love once again

You’ll have to break through
Because a piece of my heart
I’ll not easily part
©Entirety 2016

photo by Mark Harless

On your knees

The walk to school

Was an anticipatory one

Your class never

Being about the books

But rather a hard floor

And a look

That put me on my knees

To learn that lesson

No less than a man

Could ever teach

©Entirety 2016

photo from tumblr


I don’t need to know

The way back anymore

From where I used to be

Before I capsized

And just one

Of my many futures

Was carried away


The raging sea

Tomorrow is writing itself 

As we speak

©Entirety 2016

Photo from Pinterest


A short distance

Between heart spaces


In one step

Maybe two

Before a collision

Of star showers

Gave way

Do you remember that day?

The one

Where our spirits knew

Before we did

That I was yours

And you were mine

It was all so clear

Right after

We said our first hello

©Entirety 2016

photo by Joel Yale, NY 1957

Junkyard of Dreams

I’m not sure

I want to know

The clouds

I sit upon

Aren’t real

Or the lips I kissed

Are stone

And that my heart

Is still beating

A lonely song

Don’t wake me

From this place

To steal

What joy I have

Even if conjured

From a junkyard

Of dreams

I prefer to sleep

©Entirety 2016

found on tumblr “inneroptics”



photo by Julia Hetta


When no

puts its foot down

And enough

whispers enough

Your strength

Pleads “Speak up!”

“You matter too!!!”

And your gut says


For darling…

It’s time you see

You were born for more

Than just living to die

It’s your do over

Be free

©Entirety 2016

Chapter 1 – In Time

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My back was cramping up from the lengthly train ride and it led me to standing too quickly. My head spun from the rush of blood away from my brain and I felt my balance give way with the lurch of the train.

It was then I felt a hand reach out and steady me at the small of my back.

I had been turned away from the gentleman behind me wearing the dark suit but was acutely aware of his presence now. I blushed in embarrassment as he slowly lowered his hand off my back to brush my ass just briefly.

I apologized shyly for my clumsiness as he, in a proper English accent asked me if I was alright. He lifted the arm rest in the seat and motioned for me to sit down. I told him I was fine, and mumbled something about getting up too fast, but sat in the name of safety. He chuckled and lightly brushed his lips with the back of his hand to hide his smile. 

“Funny was it?” I bravely said. 

“Well,” he answered, “it could have been an awful tumble.” 

“Except for your noble assistance,” I stated as a matter of fact with somewhat of an edge and a smile. 

It was then I noticed his stunning blue eyes. They were hiding behind a thick framed pair of glasses accentuating the lines of his temples to his jaw. I looked away into my lap where my hands were intertwined and thought maybe I should return to my seat. I started to get up and said something to the effect and he interrupted my thought process by saying he had a long journey ahead of him and would enjoy the pleasure of my company. My “other” seat sitting empty, I saw no harm as the passenger train had several unfilled seats on this trip.  I sat back down and I felt my thigh brush up against him, he made no attempt to move away as it did. 

Mostly we made small talk about the purposes of our travel; he was coming from a long day of meetings in Edinburgh where his company had an affiliate contract to deal in mediation with some union dispute. I was leaving Edinburgh after a month of an elective in my medical program. Summer time for medical students offered either a short break or a chance to explore an area of medicine in a foreign country. A type of self study with the guidance of a pre planned preceptor in the A and E, or emergency room as we call it in North America. I had just finished a gruelling few weeks of call and I had been anticipating 4 hours of sitting on a train to London with glee, where my feet and head would finally get a mandatory rest.  

Our small talk trailed off and after an hour into our ride I felt my body’s pull to drift into a medical students half slumber; a place between rest and alert. I had a vague sense that I had this dark haired gentleman sitting beside me, and that his arm was elbow to elbow with mine. I felt him lift the arm rest between our two seats and a little more give of space that landed us just a few inches closer. He said something sympathetic about how exhausted I must be and how I should sleep if I could.  Fortunately or unfortunately, I was too distracted by a variety of his features to commit to an unbecoming, jaw dropping, drooling sleep. It had been a long time since my last encounter with a man that didn’t involve patient histories and orders from attending physicians. If I was being honest here, 24 hour call wasn’t as conducive to playtime as some of those Dr shows on tv would lead us to believe. 

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably as I pondered my dry spell, while breathing in the subtle cologne smell of my new friend and without realizing it, gave a small sigh. He chuckled again, and I felt worriedly aware that for a moment he seemed to read my thoughts. It wouldn’t be the first time either; as a new medical student I was frequently chastised for my inability to keep what I was thinking off of my face. After the many years of hearing patient histories I felt like I was making some headway into hiding my thoughts better. I mean, a sigh could mean a variety of things, I suppose. I glanced up at him from the side, and he asked me if I was having a nice dream. 

“Well, I haven’t fallen asleep quite yet,” dodging around the question, “it’s hard to get comfortable in here.”

“The trains purpose is for travel, not comfort as you probably are already aware.” As he said this, he lifted his hands up and out to make his point as our knees brushed the back of the seats in front of us. 

I laughed, nodding in agreement, relieved I was of average height and not any taller. It was this moment I had seen a glimmer of metal on his left hand. I felt a small pang of disappointment, silly really, I had just met him and I had no investment in this man.
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Lovers Leap

photo found on Pinterest


You and I

Were loves wreckage

That could not be contained

With 4 lanes

And a guard rail

Passions race

Kept pace

Until that last curve

Led us over the edge

Straight for lovers leap

©Entirety 2016

Twisted Roads


photo from Pinterest


The twisted roads

Kept him

On his toes

Gripping his seat

For each heart beat

Summoned beneath

His cold hard shell

Something he wished

He could own himself

And that was freedom

To chase the road

He truly wanted

©Entirety 2016