Wondering how it might be

to have your heart in my house,

I took crayons and paper

and cut some out.

I then set them in places

I’d like you to be,

like ‘your head on my pillow’

or just ‘watching TV’.

I don’t care that they’re quiet

with nothing to say,

I only care that they’re here

at the end of my day.

I add more paper hearts

during my free time at night,

as my neighbors all gossip;

‘that girl just ain’t right’.

And I write this now,

sitting ankle deep,

amidst love made of paper,

the only kind I can keep.

~j~