I think.
I think that its time
to take out my heart
to take the scalpel
and cut the capillaries
bandage the ends
and sew the incision.

I thought.
I thought that I would
not feel so empty
that it would be easy
to take the yesterdays
apart.

I am thinking.
I am thinking about
what happens next
when does the feeling
alone, pass
when does the past become past?

I forgot.
I forgot that when I took my heart out
I gave it to you.