If I knew where I'd lost heart
I'd have gone back long ago
and picking it tenderly from the dirt
brushed it off
before reinstating it again, with care
as governor of my soul.
it lies somewhere now
entombed in decay
or long ago trodden underfoot
My misplaced timekeeper!
The meat of life in so many ways.
It hurts to think of you so ruined
Yes, I would lift it to my chest
were I ever to happen upon it
and press it's tattered remnants
inside an unbuttoned shirt...
...as I pray
that the hollow in which it once sat
hasn't completely filled in
or grown over.