H E A R T? Poem by Sandra jacks

My H e A r T
is in your hand,

My entire....life....s p a n.

It's not ALL there though,
that's an exception I made,
i don't quite know where,
the rest of my h E a R t has gone....to

If you find it...
tell it I'm sorry...maybe
Only a heartless person would say,
maybe.

Maybe this is a game of hide and seek,
I can be hopeful.......can i not?
I can go over......all I've got.
Not much not,
not really at all,
but what I have is strong,
what i have is something more.

no matter how small,
no matter how inf decimal
No matter how precariously positioned,
or tied up,
tied down.

It's still strong,
and there.