My Heart Cries.

It cries the same as yours
Like an unheard echo in the dark
It listens
Waits and lives for promise
Holding its breath
That this won’t be long
Trying hard not to twist in the confines of its chamber
Breathless
It’s lonesome beat
reminiscent
Like the unanswered tune of a beggar
It bows its head
Lays low on the floor
With innocent longing
It does not howl
It knows well that it won’t be heard
But it hopes
With the tiny fragments of it that remain
That this will pass
And it will meet yours once again.