A Broken Heart Tableau

Little tapioca dreams swirled in her shot glass -- a thin layer of creamy liqueur whispering on a Kahlua pool pinched in her fingers. She was licking her lips, thinking of him.

She would get lost in a song and forget his face, but not for long. He left her a note one day, but she never told us what it said.

We have all cupped our hands around a shredded heart. I spent months staring at a field filled with Queen Anne's lace, falling leaves, sudden snow, and over again while I wondered where the bubbles went.