Home-less Hearts

here’s to all the hearts that didn’t make it home.
all the hearts left on someone else’s doorstep
on street corners and calloused hands
in gutters with broken glass,
under unmade beds and moving boxes
back pockets and subway seats,
and unchecked lost and found.
all the hearts still crying for a chance,
orphan hearts
transient hearts
hearts that never meant to be drifters,
but always
caught the wrong wind.

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