While still awake and waiting for sleep past midnight, 
I was listening to Sigur Ros and got choked up.
I know that won’t impress you and it’s not very manly, 
but it happens some days because my heart’s not always
whole enough to dam it, though I still “goddamn” it 
under my breath sometimes, there are nights when 
Extreme Home Makeover’s big reveal makes my eyes well up
and I still can’t watch the end of Titanic without 
getting a lump in my throat.

You see, my heart’s a half empty jar full of change, 
the pieces left like to rattle and shake, 
because I gave so many of them away without knowing it, 
I put a piece in your palm the first time we held hands outside
the movie theater, and another fell from my lips into your stomach
like a wishing well when we kissed that Winter, and I think 
a hundred more melted away every time anyone ever held a door for me. 

It’s something that happens sometimes.