Song Overheard

I wrote your name within my heart
Most carefully—
I never could remember names or faces;
And then, one day,
I lost my heart along the shining places.

I must have let it fall,
Plucking a flower I did not want
And listening to a bird I did not see:
Now would I call—
And you would answer me.

Do hearts have wings?
I am so careless about losing things.