My Heart in a Square Shaped Box

Hundreds of elongated streets to chose from,

Yet, I’ve taken the blazing concrete path which burns

The soles of my shoes to the ground

 a little more

 with every step

 that I take.

Closer to you, further from home.

I see you at the distance, in your Penguin uniform,

Glancing at me, anticipating my arrival,

Waiting to say the right words,

So the world knows,  

While I leave bits and pieces of myself splashed

Among the sacred path,

I can hear my heels

play the background music

 to the tears I drop,

They hit the ground, in a shaking manner

As I see the melted portion of myself turn into water,

I can hardly recognize where I have been and who I was

But here I am,

Bringing my heart to you, in a square shaped box,

And you place it on you ring finger.