Jar of Hearts

I stood in the middle of a large crowd Claustrophobic but breathing easy My heart pounding in my chest Every beat sounding like Cherokee drums Closed my eyes, deep breath Eyes open, then I saw him He stood there in all his splendour Laughing heartily with his kin Suddenly our eyes locked The crowd disappeared like early mist He stood up and strode toward me Like a man with one mission That’s when I saw his hands He clutched a jar made of pure gold Suddenly he stood right in front of me A huge shadow eclipsing the sun He laid his hand on my heart First a gentle kind caress Then a sudden painful yank He ripped my heart out of my chest He places it in the jar with satisfaction His mission has been accomplished He turns on his heels walks away No care or turning back To see the gaping hole he left behind I fall to my knees clutching my chest Blood gushing like water from a burst pipe As I keel over to die strong hands catch me They hold me tight no more bleeding His words of comfort plant a seed A new heart begins to grow and bloom