Heart Muscle Memory

The heart gets

Ahead of the head.

So be it.

Winding downhill

At the turn of day.

So be it.

No regrets,

To love as you love,

Mushy as it is,
A kind of
Scatteration of emotion.

You gave it away, freely.

There is no subtraction there —
Only addition.

You gave it away in moments,

Little things, swerves of action,

And came up short somehow.

The whole arc of things

Imploring the head

To slow down,
But the heart says: Don’t.