Dear little heart ripped from my breast,
Placed in a silent tomb,
Buried under days
Years
A lifetime.
I’ve dug you up.
Miraculously you still beat
A familiar rhythm
In the palms of my hands.
Forgive my capricious desertion,
Jump into the still open wound,
Feel the warmth of the place
You once called home.
Copyright DJ Anderson, 2005
