half a heart.
I found a half a heart upon the ground,no name attached, not a soul around
I picked it up and placed it to my chest,
hoping to warm it and take it home to rest.
This little discovery wrapped in mud
I placed in warm water, bubbles and suds.
I was surpirsed to see how full of life
this little half a heart, now seemed more right.
I posted a paper, photo, number “found”
This half a heart was safe with me for now.
months went by,as did years and the papers were gone
Not a single call, nor a name, this half a heart and I grew a bond.
until one day there was a ring , and my little half a heart sunk
somehow I knew that the moment had come
The voice was deep, gentle and course, the man spoke with ease.
“I saw your number on the ground, a photo I thought I prayed to see.”
His half heart was in my care; I told him of my love for his half a heart.
We met the next day, a coffee shop two blocks too far.
I kissed that half a heart, reassuring of my love and I was here to stay.
but to much of my amaze this little half a heart didnt pull away.
instead he jumped to my chest and never let go.
still workin on this one not sure how to end it…
I love the tenderness the narrator displays with a strangers heart she has found. We all seem to swap hearts with people throughout our lives and if she has room for half a heart then I assume she has given away half of hers at one point in time. And maybe she cares and loves so unconditionally so that when it is her time to give her heart again, it will be cared for and nurtured in the same ways?
ReplyDeleteIt seems we give our hearts so much in this life and so many times it never gets returned. So there is so much beauty in one who holds an optimistic and hopeful mind and I feel like your poem embodies that beauty very elegantly.