Almost...
Sometimes I found my heart resting in her lap... As if for reasons of grand gesture or suicide, it leaps from my chest hoping to be caught. To be kept and treasured. But instead it falls short like food that didn't quite make it between her welcoming lips. It lands there in her lap. My heart, in her lap... It sits there till eventually it rolls off and lands on the floor. I wait to pick it up because I hope she hadn't noticed. Besides, she never asked for it and it'd be embarrassing to let me be seen in all of my fragility. In all of my... My... My vulnerability. So I wait, idling. Till she isn't looking. That's when I pick it up and pick the pieces of dirt from it. Carefully inspecting it like a piece of food I found on the floor that I fully intend to eat. Once it is freed of any evidence of it's nearly disastrous adventure I put it back... Back into the cavity where my heart rested before it was almost hers. Almost...
This was originally posted as a Note on FB but I decided to put it here too. Enjoy!
This was originally posted as a Note on FB but I decided to put it here too. Enjoy!