And I walked away. I thought I felt my heart on my hand.
So I walked away…saying good bye to our caring ways;
to messages during the day and talking the night away;
Photos from his travels when he wasn’t too busy to share.
But I was the tenth on his priority list…
Respected father and avid traveler.
With a profession that keeps him on an airplane diet.
A great source of DELTA Biscoff cookies…
That he dealt very often to his sugar junky.
Accommodating to his world, I found myself…
Like dating a ghost in a relationship of two.
Feeling like falling and fearing and afraid to do…
I was his tenth…he was my two.
I really don’t remember how I let that happen…
But my heart was indeed on of my hand unsettled ,
And as I was walking away, the silly heart jumped away from my hand…
“I will stay by his side” my heart exclaimed. “I won’t let you forget the sweetest things he said”.
…And this was the last time my heart was felt beating. It has been missing for a while and I wander the world heartless, and in a hurry to gather at the very least, all the broken fragments. I wish my heart would had not left me in such a rush. I wonder if it is hurting, or if it is left by the road.
I desperately offer a hefty reward, to anyone with information that leading to the capture and questioning of my broken heart. But you must deliver every piece you find. Please do not keep a little piece for yourself, because I should be the one who gives my heart away.
It could be hiding in the most unexpected place, the kind I fail to check again and again. If you are going hunting for my heart, you better realize, that it’s difficult like no other and runs extremely fast. But if you handle it with care, even if pieces is what you get, my heart will smile at you and surround to the sweetest ways.
Copyright Juliana M. Martinez Fajardo