Please, Hold My Heart
Please—
hold my heart
before it wanders
into wrong hands,
into cold arms
that don’t know how to care.
Don’t let it
drift down empty streets,
chasing shadows,
falling for
soft lies
and sharp smiles.
Keep it safe.
Like a good man would—
not gripping,
not fixing,
just holding.
Quiet hands.
Steady breath.
Love it gently,
even if it’s not yours to keep.
Tend to it,
even knowing
one day,
I may ask for it back.
I will—
if I find someone
kinder than you.
(if that’s even possible.)
Someone who holds it
as you do:
not too tight,
never careless,
simply…
with grace.
You once said
we’d always be friends,
life companions—
no matter the shape of love.
So please,
hold my heart.
Until I’m strong enough
to carry it
on my own.
Or until
you choose
to let it go.
5.25
K.N
