Antique Heart Poem by Emily Cari Clifford

You tore my heart from my sleeve
And wore it as your own,
Replacing the broken and tarnished one
That you had too long,
I thought that you were happy then
As your new heart grew old,
Experiencing what it shouldn’t have,
What it was too naive to know.
Without my heart I could not tell
What you really felt,
So when you left and dropped my heart
I watched in horror as it fell,
Finally feeling the thud as it hit the floor.
To the untrained eye it’s perfect, untouched,
But the experts and I can see
The hairline fractures.