It fell.
It fell betwixt his feet.
And the ground rose,
gently up to meet,
between his feet,
the fallen remains,
of my heart.

Torn,
Discarded,
It had fallen.
Dropped,
uncared for,
by his calloused hands.

Yet I,
with nothing left,
did not kneel to pick it up,
I left it to him.
I left my one heart,
I left it.
To him.
My one love.