But you were young, and you had
Plenty of time:
You slept on the train and did not smile.
Under you the plains widened, turned silver.
You slept with your mouth open.
You were nothing,
You were snow falling through the ribs
Of the dead.
You were all I had.
— Larry Levis
The Romanian philosopher E.M. Cioran referred to the human heart as ‘God’s open wound.’