Wanted: A Heart

A man went to the doctor today
Sat on that table in the usual way
To him there was much to say
No matter the cost he had to pay

“There is something very wrong,
I found it as I fought the throng
In the airport lobby in Hong Kong
Humming that sad little song”

“Tell me, please, all you can
I’ll try to help you before my tan
Promising you not with my hand
Will I hurt your shell of a man”

He was a vessel of reddish clay
Fashioned by hand now held at bay
Life breath flows to where he lay
His creator no longer to stay

“I have this feeling deep inside
Something is missing, take my pride
I care not for it, bleeding when I cried
Empty from the minute she died.”

Looking at the pictures a light took
The doctor nodded, his hand now shook
For before him, where the heart’s nook
Nothing there was save for a book

Inside there was written but one simple text
Regret filled the pages, this and the next
Over and over scrawled in pen like a hex
Words stopped the doctor, now perplexed

“Wanted: A Heart. One that won’t break
Can live forever in the world I make
Endure the love I have to give and take
Never realize it is all nothing but a fake.”

Surprise, he looked at the man laying there
No shame crossed his face, he had not a care
The words were true, written from a dare
Someday he would erase them, but not here.

One last shudder took his form, eyes now closed
Peace at last fell over his face, the doctor supposed
Reconciled by the knowing the truth, in death he dozed.