I reached in
and pulled out
a throbbing pink heart
and it was
delectable,
I’m sure.

I tucked it away
in a shipping
container
and hid it for years
on the top shelf
of my bookshelf.

It beats from
time to time but I
ignore it,
mostly.

Sometimes,
though,
I pull it down and I
take a peek
and I count the
beats
and smell the
putrid smell

Then I wonder
what ever happened.

Then I wonder
where you’ve gone.