Cages V

I gave you my heart, I suppose.
I did not know
You would want me to come and pick it up
When you were done with it.
 
I did not know
You would be so careless,
Leaving it here and there, dog-earing it,
Often forgetting you had it.
 
I had this shy notion
Of you keeping it safe and warm
Nestled close beneath the covers.
 
You grew tired of it;
You moved on.
You threw out the trash,
Almost tossed it away
Like so many old receipts.
 
Yet when I stood there in your room
Your back to me, your attention elsewhere:
 
I did not want it back.
 
It was more yours than mine.