an ode to lost hearts

a gripping sadness
urges tears to the verge
rubbing wet palms against soaked cheeks
lips mouthing endless sorrows
yet no words to be heard

a gasping wound
of blisters and dried blood
leaving you exposed, naked, to die
slowly in the arms of time
yet alive in his heart

a pondering hunger
that misses the long gone
kissing a hand that waves but goodbyes
strike, punch, slap you into oblivion
yet gently nurse your soul to sleep

a lost heart
may never wish to be found
may hide in corners and weep oceans
pumps streams of loneliness into each muscle
yet provide no life nor will to live

a lost heart
does not wish to be found
is not meant to be found
dare not take the risk of being found
yet excites at the mere thought of it.