Hearts
If hearts
were empty boxes
would you fit them
into a drawer
and close it?
If they were
scattered on tables
would you mistake them
for detritus, tut, shake your head,
throw them in the bin instead?
Would you wonder
if they might come in useful,
stack them on a shelf to gather dust
like everything else there?
Would you see them as
receptacles for precious things
you’ll never part with,
remember them when sea glass
or pebbles need a home
and fill them with your love?
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