My lungs gasp for air as i fall to the black & white tiled floor.
My breath has been taken!
But by who? Why me? Have i been mistaken?
My shivering arms wrap around my ailing chest but i come to realize that my blood is seeping through my shirt and vest.
My heart has been stolen!
But by who? Why me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Who could this thief be?
Blood covers the black and white tiled floor.
Touching every wall even reaching the old wooden door.
A shadow emerges through the poorly lighted hallway.
Opens the old wooden door with its bloody hands and asks if i am ok?
and as she came closer I realized than my thief is a woman but unlike an that i have ever known.
A smile that lit the darkened room and a presence that did not indicate any sort of doom.
Unsure of the sincereness i respond with nothing and she replied to the silence by laying with me in this dark bloody room.
She leaned over and placed her head on my bloody vest.
Took her hand and dug into her chest.
Placed her heart into my hands.
Pressed her lips onto my cheek.
Approached my ear and whispered" my heart is yours to keep and in me there is no other you will have to seek"
One year, six months, twenty-one days later i remain happily heartless.
Happily taken.
Happily loved.
Happy.
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