Your Fonder Heart

It entered my heart as a memory of something beautiful as my memory failed me yet again. Did you not know, the difference? Between the memory of a heart and that of your head? A memory of the heart floats indifferently through you like a cotton fluff past your face, unlikely to register in your peripheral. If you could be so lucky as to connect with this feather, catalogue it. Never let it go again. Never let your mind blank long enough to cease to feel that tender tickling of the heart that comes with nostalgia.

Oct 13, 2012. When you realize your heart Can swell with love Instead of rage. When it skips a beat For affection, Not infection, When a smile can envelope you Like a gust of leaves in the wind, Tickling and breezy Rather than be suspicious And doubtful. The kind of sincerity That could break your knees From the trembling, the shock of purity. Welcome home, love. It’s been quite a while. Let’s give it a go.