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Has anyone seen my heart?

All I did was turn to pick up that drink,

And it was gone.

I left it on the table, only for a second.

I swear.

When I was young, I used to wear it on my sleeve,

That way I knew where it was,

But some of the children at school stole it and used it as a football,

It was kicked and bruised when I got it back.

It always was.

When I was older, I kept it in dark places,

In desks and drawers,

For safe keeping, you understand.

But nothing really grows unless it gets rain and sunshine.

My family would sometimes find it, and ashamed

I would dust it off and take it back.

And for the longest of days, I even forgot it was there,

It was easier that way.

It was stolen a few times, and, once or twice, given away by me

To the wrong people.

So, I keep it close, these days,

Close to my chest.

If you happen to see my heart,

Tell it, I’m sorry I lost it,

And that I’m standing right here,

Waiting.

 

bobby stevenson 2017

Photo: http://ceejay8887.deviantart.com/art/The-Hidden-Heart-88786994

 

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