Sometimes I wish for a smaller heart, single chambered, with no excess capacity, efficiently run, solitary, tailored for one, outfitted perfectly, with no room for give, nothing wasted, unforgiving.
Sometimes I wish for lower mileage, less wear and tear, a more careful owner, not given over to road trips to the beach, to late night romance, like in the movies.
Sometimes preloved is prone to hurt. Sometimes I wish for less capacity for love.