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.