Heart on a Page

Reading old diaries that I have compiled,

I saw something small - and I smiled.

The smallest of hearts, all coloured in red

And beside it a poem, a poem that said

We were forever, we were a team,

We were a match made in a dream.

Forever has faded unlike that red heart,

It sewed us together and ripped us apart

And that heart on the page that I fondly drew

Is the only thing I didn’t give you.

Reading those diaries brought everything back,

The smallest of feelings – the slightest of cracks,

And that little heart, all coloured in ink

Fills up my eye, each time that I blink.

What happened forever? What happened that team?

What happened that match that was made in a dream?

Forever has faded unlike that red heart,

It sewed us together and ripped us apart

And that heart on the page that I fondly drew

Is the only thing I didn’t give you.

I don’t draw a heart now,

I don’t write your name,

You don’t have the patience,

I know I’m to blame.

So, I’ll keep that poem

And that heart at the side

As a trophy of you

And the tears that I’ve cried.