Open-hearted

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Open-hearted

I cannot touch your heart

Seemingly just out of my reach

I had thought for some time now

That I’d held it

Safe within my clinched fingers

I’d held it tightly

Warm

Passionate

All mine

Strange, as your affections seemed to cool

I could feel my hands empty

Reflexively I grabbed at your heart

Losing all control

It fell through my fingers like sand

And I was left with dust

Blown about in the wind

I am anchored to this place

Your heart was just passing through

April M Mitchell ©January 2010