I hope this finds you well.

You still have my heart-

It beats not in my chest,

but in your hands.

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Please do not return it-

For all that you may think of it,

it truly is yours.

It has belonged to you since the day we met-

you plucked it out of my chest

with your quick wit and smooth charm.

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Or rather, it fell right out of my mouth-

flew right past my tied-tongue and outstretched arms.

You called to it, and it sang for you-

gladly leaving me behind.

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You were a better home, anyway.

You cared for it, nursed it, and for you

it grew and grew

until I got lost in its blooms.

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So please, I hope you keep it.

If not, just throw it away.

But please don't give it back to me.

It will only ache.