Aptal Kalbim

It is firmly affixed at the cuff,

but hangs so loosely in my chest,

steady as a hired gun once in motion,

acutely punctuated while at rest,

it's literal,

it's tangible,

until the moment that it's not,

it's serviceable,

it's functional,

it's all I've really got.

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I've either loved far too much,

or I've never loved at all,

they say it feels like falling,

but who would want to fall?

I've tasted the ground a handful of times,

and I've tasted champagne and cake,

if my feet ever leave their footing,

it shall be by comical mistake.