Heart on Hand

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

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About julianamartinezfajardo

To make the disclamer that I am indeed a professional writer, would be a big fat lie. To share my life adventures in writing and make you want to keep reading is a better way to illustrate how the lenses of my bi-cultural, bi-racial, bi-lingual life will draw you in. Living a "dual" life is an interesting proposition after all. It is my writing how I choose to engage with the world and document it for my loved ones...while managing to get a smile out of you. If while reading my blog, you in fact smile, laugh uncontrollably and dry the tears of joy from your eyes, drop me a line. It will make my day. Gracias visitante.

2 thoughts on “Heart on Hand

  1. Hi cmmounts –
    I had noticed your reply but I hadn’t been able to comment on it…and I want to. The interesting thing about the structure of this piece is that it has not structure. It doesn’t follow any literary form. It just came out this way, especially the last part as a plea to anyone who would listen to recover something so precious and so fragmented. It will be a long time until I learn and follow structures when they are needed. Hopefully 2015 will be the beginning of that journey. Thank you for reading.


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