hearts she's found
and saved
along the way.
onyx and tin,
silver and clay,
black and red
earrings and lockets,
heart shaped buttons,
some hanging by a thread
or broken where they lay,
she dreams of them.

sometimes in the dark
she pulls them toward her
fingers them and relives moments
then she slides them back
into the darkness of the chest.

she will drift... into sleep.
in her dream,
she shines a light,
watches closely.