Left Behind

He found her heart sitting on a bench in Golden Gate Park. It was right where the one before him had left it. When he first saw it sitting there it was hardly recognizable. Somewhat tattered, its edges would be caught up in the breeze coming off of San Francisco Bay and for a moment it seemed it would soar away, a kite with nothing left to celebrate. As he drew closer he saw through the dust and neglect, he saw the beauty hidden beneath the pain. Within his chest he could feel his own heart crying out with primeval sorrow at the damage done to this unique and fragile flower. Upon reaching the bench he saw that her heart was trembling, crying tears of what could have been. He wanted to reach out to her but he was afraid that in this state her heart would turn to ash and the ashes would dance with the wind only to be scattered upon the rocks of Alcatrez. So, removing the bandages that protected his own abandoned heart he offered them to her. He gently, and with tender loving care wrapped her heart for her and placed it back into her weary hands. Smiling, she softly kissed his still tender heart. As she disappeared into the fog she left but one word behind, "maybe".