Things

What is this thing that is there
That I don't find when I see my life in his eyes?
What is the thing that is there
Calling me to the heart of him?
I'm pulled to answer that heart pounding at me
Listening to something that is there.
But I see my life in his eyes here
And I can't heed the call
If heeding the call means breaking a heart
Then whose do I choose to shatter?
Do I finish the job I have begun on the
One who handed me his heart?
Or
Do I finish the shattering of mine?