it’s not the grand gesture
the great sacrifice
that proves what lies
in a heart
but the accumulation
of the small things
that go unnoticed
during the daylight
the evening
of our lives
the heart
where the heart lies
not here
any more
nor there
any longer
but safely within my chest
where it belongs
doing what it’s supposed to do
and nothing more
not abstract duties
just purely mechanical functions
and let it be known
both here
and there
I’m quite happy
with the way things stand