Fret

i've heard tell
of heartstrings
tugged by circumstance

(tugging sounds so polite)

mine were not tugged
but rather plucked
by that so-unexpected hand of fate

violently stirred
into twanging dissonance
that keeps all sleep at bay

it was not strings
but wires
meant to keep you safe
meant to keep you sound

those wires
twisted
those wires
turned
your heart against itself

i wait
and wonder
where fate's gentle palm
will come to rest

which will be muted

strings
or wires