He kept it in a box
Laid out a dozen traps
Set up a thousand locks
So it will not find love
To save him from the pain.

Of giving what is left
In the residue of him
What life remained inside
Of his dead fidelity
She killed a long time ago.

Now it got him thinking
About chasing serendipity
And the might-have-been
If it is still beating
He can only second guess.

A self-defeating experiment
Designed to tell the truth
As he watched closely in that box
His heart, looking half alive or dead
Will it learn to love again?