AT THE HEART OF IT Sometimes I think I’ve felt my heart getting broken but it’s just being moved around, unprepared for it… I’m always left with myself to face in the end, or is that the beginning, or is it always the beginning… If my heart hadn’t created the expectations which misled me, which had driven me to hope for something, what would I have been telling myself as the warmth of her beauty embraced me? There will always be questions, there will be more, there is time, what is meant to be will be. NYC, January 15, 2006 © Ben Gerstein