I'm leaving this telltale heart
under the floorboards
for you to find one day
when all your obligations
have been set aside
and time has been loosed.
I know it probably won't be you
but maybe the ghost of you
or a ghost who likes to look
for things that wait.
Drifting through the world
with a cup of coffee and a book
and a claw hammer
which will come in useful
when you notice that thumping
coming from beneath your ghost feet.
And when the dust has settled
and you unwrap the paper
with your splintered hands
I trust this flawed but willing heart
will explain everything
in the way that buried things do
or at least give you some idea
of how hard I hoped.
