The Quest For My Heart

<> MY QUEST <> I lost my heart. Where can it be? There is sadness and despair. If I were to search for all eternity, I may never find it anywhere. I've delved beneath oceans deep, on beaches when tides are low. In canyon crevices, I did sweep; into giant forests I dared to go. I've combed deserts made of sand. Where else should I scour? Ancient ruins and palaces grand, I've searched them all for hours. Quest over. No where else to look. How do I live without my heart? No answer I find in a book. For my heart is lost and I'm torn apart. <> <> THE END OF MY QUEST <> <> For many months I traveled, in search of my heart, I thought lost, Upon return the mystery unraveled, in great fury my temper tossed. In all the months I'd spent away, my heart had remained at home. Stolen by my swain who'd gone astray; his libido decided to roam. I want my heart back! I said in a huff. No longer will you hurt me! You've had it long enough. You said you don't want it, so set it free. You shot me down; the act of a friend? You should've used a gun. This is where our dreams end. Face reality. It's over, and I'm done. When I walk out on you for good, I wonder if you'll miss me at all. I wasn't sure I could, but you've given me reasons to make the call. You don't always say what you think. You like being a vague mystery. You change moods quick as a wink. You're such a frustration to me. You talk in circles and go nowhere. It's just so much idle chatter. Frankly, it's more than I can bear. It's your actions that matter. I've always known where my heart has been. Given to you long ago. I searched like the man of tin; I needed a brain like the scarecrow. I'm taking my heart back today. It's broken and in need of repair. You never wanted it anyway, stop pretending that you really care. No warranty comes with a heart. I know what's wrong with it; I do. But I've no spare part, because the part I need lies deep inside of you. I'm taking my heart back! I need it to live. I'm tired of trying to cope. I've nothing left to give. I'm putting an end to my foolish false hope. No more excuses for the way I was treated. I've heard them all before. Quest over. I'm defeated, but I have my heart and I'm closing the door. Written: September 2006