i flicked through hundreds of pages
as i searched for the right heart
it had to be small
so that i could enclose it in the tight grip of my hand and know it to be safe
it was to be firey red
because it was to be fierce in every way
it was to exceed its abilities of coping with loss
and with it, it was to taste more bitter than most
because already it will have been broken
and in a loveless frame there it will remain so
as the plotted points of revenge seek to make their onward tracks,
to a united and mindful downfall