Stone With A Note

When and where will the heart be known

 

Ready or not

Here I run

Here I stand because I know not from where I come

Only that a lover passed through my home

String around a stone

Attached with a note

Cast through my window

 

That familiar script

That unforgotten scent

That lingers still

Like a ghost at the foot of my bed

Whose intention is not like the rest

Not to haunt, but to deeply impress upon my breastbone

That the heart is alive

Not a stone with a note

That the heart is why

A house is only a home

When and where my heart is known

 

 

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