A few days ago,
my heart was torn out,
and put on the other side of the map.

   I know that no amount of exercise to prove I still have strength,
and no amount of praying,
good deeds,
   or sulking,
      is going to bring it running back.

   Yet I spend my days doing these things,
and my nights hugging my pillow close to my chest,
where my heart would normally be,
so here I am slowly dying in my shack.

Until it is attached,
I have no heart to give,
so I hope I'm on a good track.

   For my heart to come running back.