Scattered Hearts
By Yasmine Dean
My heart belongs to not just one
.
the girl who smiled at the bus driver at the bus stop
your smile stays with me wherever I travel
.
the boy at Klute dancing
out of time with the music
ignoring its drums because you have
your own rhythm that never
leaves me alone
.
I fall in love constantly
.
I wish I could have held the hand
of the person in the castle and tell
them how their red hair
lights the fire in my eyes
.
I was infatuated by the laughter
shared between two friends and
stopped running to listen
to their harmony that replays in my head
.
time has passed but I do not forget them
.
The boy next door
who feeds the birds
your gentleness
embraces me every morning
.
The girl paddling along the river
with no way of knowing
the glow of your skin
in the sun
is the light on my dark days
.
you have stolen pieces
of my heart
unintentionally
.
if only I could see
how my heart has scattered
across the world.
Illustration: Alex Rigotti
