When you left, you took a piece of me with you – the center of my heart. The place where trust dwells. The hollow where hope blooms. The nook where dreams are born. You might not even know that you packed it with your record albums, Harley Davidson and power tools. When you unpack your last box and discover it, can you mail it back to me, please?
nestled in a box
wrapped in bubble wrap
my heart
