When you left me for the last time
I kept your heart in a cardboard box,
so that I could look at its worn edges
or lay it against my chest to feel it beat.
Days passed and years; the beat softened,
became faint, then one day ceased.
I walked barefoot to the beach and laid
the box in the sand to sleep.
As gulls shrieked above your heart’s rest
I searched for seashells and sea-washed
stones; a decoration in memoriam
for the hours we spent in love, now lost.