My heart
nestled
in a space under the floorboards
in a space under the floorboards
I hid it
years ago
There it stayed
Period.
I couldn’t risk it
being misused again
I learned
by degrees
how to function without
Didn’t even miss it any more
Almost
Then I dreamed
(or maybe it was a vision)
I put my heart back
into my empty chest
It beat again;
I was persuaded
I should have known
Dreams are not
to be trusted
if we are to survive
unscathed
My heart grayed,
a small, dead mouse
I wear around my
neck
as a tribute
to you, my love.
submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 17, Pessimist
