Feeling me for where my heart use to be that space is like my soul which is now empty.
I could have sworn there was something there. I know for a fact there was something there, but I can't find it anywhere.
I didn't wear it on my sleeve, but still I feel grief, heart stolen in the night by an unseen thief.
Will it be treated delicately, neglectfully, respectfully, lovingly? Will it ever be a part of me, joined again conjunctively, collectively? Or will I remain heartless, another statistic like all the rest. Fully depressed, partially blessed, but another zombie, none-the-less.
What is to become of me? My heart is gone and I feel empty. Even wind whistles through where my heart should be, but with no heart in me, is there no live in me? Is to love again a possibility or a figment of reality?