MISSING HEART

My heart beats her name,

Irene,

Irene.

It’s just not the same.

Ya know what I mean?

Every spare thought I have,

I spend on her.

The face,

The hair,

The eyes,

The words.

I read between the lines,

And I hear,

She is glad I am there.

And she is afraid.

Afraid to love me.

Yes I know...

I know the feeling well.

I just hope,

Now that I have given her my heart,

That it won’t get lost again.

Next time I don’t know,

If I’ll be able to find it as easily.

Copyright © 1993 by Alexander McDonald

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