All The Hearts From You

By Yasmin Parveen

A heart a weekend

Filling me of you and your unbridled adoration for me was the only saviour 

I’ve had it for a whole year

To keep me breathing at all.

Your hearts made my frail heart 

Swell and burst overwhelmed by your unwavering devotion to me  and

The promises you made to keep.

Your hearts gave me hope

In those moments of despair 

As if the mere words could take form and beat for only me to be heard.

Your hearts were all I ever anticipated like a teenage girl.

And you’d say-

“ It isn’t foolish, my love because it’s love. “

Last heart you sent was nothing like before.

You confessed your darkest fears of all.

And I cried over your heart for a long.

You were to come the next weekend and we would tie the knot to be together, forever.

The Day came and went by but

You were not in sight.

I kept looking at the door to swing by.

But the sound never came.

Next morning I heard on the radio

My heart clenched and imploded inside.

You were gone for good last night.

You aren’t here, but you are here always, in my heart.

I kept all your hearts alive – in a jar.

Never cried on you when I opened your hearts.

Because it was you who always said –

“ God forbid if it ever happens but 

Darling, I want you to smile whenever you remember and think of me. 

Because I couldn’t bear that the tears in yout beautiful eyes were the result of my demise. “

They say we were tragic and I deny.

For all the hearts from you were always mine.

Mine.

Mine.

And forever and ever mine.

By Yasmin Parveen