He gave her a fragment of his heart.
She looked at it in mild surprise.
It’s so small; barely a crumb.
Is this all I mean to you?
The corners of her mouth drooped.
She got uncharacteristically glum.
Embarrassed, he unbuttoned his chest.
I didn’t want to show you,
but the rest of my heart isn’t doing so fine.
She stared at the weakened muscle –
beating erratically, damaged, and fractured.
I’m afraid my sins have caught up with me.
My insides aren’t pristine like they used to be.
I only hope you can understand.
The best part of my heart I’ve now given to you,
the light in my dark, my one true friend.
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