on My way home

I bought love
last time I was out
at the turnstile,
red with the lace edges.
On my way home
with my fresh new heart,
I was startled
by a thief all in black
jumping out at me.
My heart went up
into the blue blue sky
dangling above her and I,
crashing to the ground
where it shattered to pieces.
i had to sit and weep
and the thief sat with me,
consoling my loss
and hers …
she’d wanted my new heart.
As I got up to walk away,
she asked if all was OK,
to wit I replied,
“My love, it’s only a heart
… this time”