Reflections of the Heartless

You heart is stubborn and strong,
Even when things go wrong,
You seem to know what is right,
And hold on to that with all your might,
I envy your certainty,
And moments of clarity,
That come with the security,
Of a simple, spiritual obscurity.

No heart here, no heart to hurt,
No heart to feel, just left in the dirt,
Discarded, hopeless, left alone,
Oh how I wish your heart was my own,
Why must my chest be empty,
While yours is so full?
Growing and leaning, so easy it looks,
Just how you follow loves pull.

Should I let go? Release something old?
What is that nonsense, a story untold,
Heartbreak,
or heartache,
From just feeling alone, is that it?
Is that what I need to admit?
Perhaps the heartless isn't so heartless,
Not such a cosmic game of chess,
I can almost feel it growing back,
Green and new, no hint of black,
To ripen red one day when I see,
Just how you were meant for me.