I’ll take what is left
of my heart,
I’ll melt it and make
a word out of it,
a line or a rhyme.
I’ll make it my gift,
a present for you.
I’ll wrap it in paper,
I’ll put a nice bow on it
and leave it on your doorstep.
Nobody will be able to steal it,
in any other hands it will
become dust.
But if you don’t take it
it will die at your feet.
Alenka H., 2022