MISSING

He sat on the curb of the starlit street

Looking at the vast open galaxy

Wondering where it was that he left it

Retracing many steps he had taken

Where had he been when he last possesed it 

Worried it lay rusting on some roadside 

One of the many lonely ways walked down

Was it in someone else's hands, resting

On the alter of another temple

What could have happened to his missing heart

© P.M.H 11/17/2019