mirror image of missing you

my heart is in a cramped little room, three hours south of here.

it’s sitting on a shelf above the bed, staring in the mirror.

and it cries at its own reflection, dripping tears onto the bed.

and i can feel the puddles of its tears, collecting in my head.

i left my heart three days ago and i haven’t seen it since.

the fact i’ve cried for three straight days is no coincidence.

but if my heart sitting on your nightstand would bring a smile to your face,

i would gladly leave it there forever, and never move it from its place.

so hold it close to your own heart, and let them beat together

and i’ll be back before the calendar has a word to speak about september.