Find My Heart

This talk about missing a heart
Could take apart without a doubt
What’s left without needing to part
With why his art is in this bout.

Because we write the way we do
And he’s lost you to things he might
Have said that night and not thought through
You’re broke in two and that’s not right.

What needs finding must have been lost.
To such a cost that’d be binding
It is blinding when lines are crossed
But a heart tossed needs safe landing

Leonell