I stumbled upon your
little heart-shaped dots.
The ones you used to litter
across your long live font.
They stopped me dead in my tracks
like I've been driving down
the wrong side of the road,
and no one ever thought to let me know, and they came tearing through the dark; hitting me head on.

They say youth is wasted on the young,
but I can feel every ouncee of love surfacing from my heart.