I write myself a letter

A letter to the heart you stole

Forbearance pleads with me to forget

But forget? How can I?

For I offered you my heart

your refusal greeted me softly

but somehow the heart you never took is gone

It has slipped into the drain of my mind

lost somewhere inside not quite heartbreak and not quite sorrow

for the heart you stole was never one of anger or sadness

mearly a meager hoper amongst the many

a not-quite-desperate searchlight

praying for the day romance was a part of it's ever-ending Thump

never to be forgotten, my dear

but if you would be so kind

please return her to me.