You have it.
You still have it.
My heart.
I wonder if I’ll get it back?
Do I even want it back?
Oh you’ve tried to give it back.
Tossed it to me.
On numerous occasions.
Not just a gentle underhanded softball pitch, but an overhand fastball aimed right at my chest.
But it just bounced off of me, back to you.
Every time.
Not sure why I can’t catch it, won’t catch it, don’t want to catch it, just will not take it back.
But if you don’t want it, aren’t going to want it, I know there will come a time when I’ll need to get it back.
It’s not good for you to hang on to it, if you don’t want it.
It’s not good for me to not get it back if it isn’t wanted.
I know there’s coming a time when I’ll need to get it back.
Might even want to get it back.
To move on.
To heal.
To grow again.
Perhaps that time will come soon.
In days, weeks, or months.
But not yet.
So…..if you will, be a friend, and hold on to it until then.
Until you want it again, or until I want it back.