She took my heart
I offered it for free
I told her she could have it
I told her it was hers

She took my heart
She had it for a week
She remembered me entirely
For weeks and months to come
Only to discover I am not who I am

She threw out my heart
She threw it away
She disregarded it and disengaged
She refused to do anything with my heart
She disposed of it
She let it escape without a resting soul

She could have done anything with my heart
The possibilities were endless
But instead my heart is now gone
Forever disappeared
And forgotten


© 2012 David Greg Harth
12.02.09.13:58:43@130BklynNYC
This poem is dedicate to Ann