Heart***

If home is where the heart is, then where do I belong?
‘Cuz my heart has long since been gone
Through the battlefield—it died—
Well, not so much died as it was left
Stuck north of here—there—
My chest aches so lonely for the cavity that’s bare
Behind the ribcage and above the breast—emptiness—
Where leaves were born again, I took my leave and old me died
The Seeds of yesterday confide—today will never be equated