He Who Wanders

"Are you leaving?" she said.

I informed that im to return soon.
Her stare blanketed in dis-array,
I inquired if something was needed.

"Can you leave my heart on the table until you get back?"

I put my trust in the trash bin instead as I closed the door behind me.

-RH

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