For Ella

My love.

Twas on that day we twere together,

I carefully unfolded my heart and removed the plastic covering,

and laid it twixt us on the bench.

My heartstrings dangling through the cracks, gesturing limply towards the Earth.

For, my dear, you know that I doth think you well fit.

Then, at some point, we both left that place.

But I, for my sins, must have forgotten to re-collect my heart,

for later I could not discover its whereabouts on my person.

Though I did return to that spot, it had vanished.

And even though I went to check lost property,

they knew nothing of my heart.

And you said,

“Ah ya dick’ed, yer always losing things.”

And I found myself unable to laugh.