May 16, 2012

Heart

















I gave it to you,
you seemed so pleased,
though I could see
you left it alone.
You held yours close
when we went around,
telling how mine
was something you'd found.
Now it's come back
no return address,
so poorly used
I'm not impressed.
I always looked hard
for a trace of yours,
forgetting it wasn't
really mine to lose.

4/17/12