What does the body do when the heart is taken?
Does it collapse and cease to feel the sunshine
Hanging well above it?
Does it fold and drop into the cracks of remorse
That litter the house where it sits?
Or does it keep moving without purpose?
A husk that masquerades as a human being
Moving at the beat of its former heart.
The hole where the hand reached in is still fresh
Like the memories of the hand who held it.
Yet she too is now an empty vessel as she holds my heart,
And I now stare at my hand and find a heart not my own.
I have hers; she has mine,
But neither one of us can reach each other.
What does the body do when the heart is taken?
It yearns for its loss to be returned.
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