she holds his heart in her hands as if it were a sparrow
cupping it gently, so as not to hurt it
careful not to break it’s hollow bones
reminisce of a time past, found in wake of bitter memory
of a time when love was so freely offered
thrown away
forgotten
returned
but not by it’s original sender.
far too long, much too late
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
she holds his heart in her hands as if it were a sparrow
cupping it gently, so as not to hurt it
careful not to break it’s hollow bones
reminisce of a time past, found in wake of bitter memory
of a time when love was so freely offered
thrown away
forgotten
returned
but not by it’s original sender.
far too long, much too late
