Jul 22, 2009

the second heart poem

I saw a paper heart on the ground today
it was thin and delicate, cut from someones grocery bag
perhaps in someones haste, left behind
or for her to find
I wanted to take it up and put it in my pocket, but it was too cold
and I kept walking
all the while I was thinking
that maybe it was yours that I'd passed by.

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