I realise the problem.
I'd buried my heart
And forgotten where.
Sometime ago I must have thought it was the safest place for the heart to be;
Hidden under dirt and general insignificance.
I left it there, thinking that someone perfect would come along and uncover it,
Grant it light and make it swell with life again.
I must have left it there for a while,
Because I don't know the way back to it now.
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You can't move on if you keep looking back.
I keep peering behind my shoulders;
Do you, too?
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