My heart had vanished
My chest lay open
The silver rock in my heart glistened in the moonlight
A little heavy it was
I thought it to be the perfect fit
Alas when I tried to place it in my chest
It was slightly oversized
I turned it this way and that
Twisted it here and there
But the silly rock
Refused to stay inside
I brought it out and wondered
If I could only chisel it a little
Then all my miseries would disappear from within
I hunted and searched
But could not find an apt object
So I began to scrape the rock
With the nails on my fingers
I sat on the barren beach
With the moon supervising overhead
The waves and winds I did not notice
As I put my mind to the task
I scraped and scratched the hard surface
Slowly but surely I made progress
A thought did light up inside me —
How was I not feeling any pain?
I continued chiselling the rock
The sun rose and asked the night
To take some much-needed rest
But not a word to me did he utter
If he did I must have missed it
I was busy, you see
And then after a good many hours
I looked at the rock and exclaimed —
Yes this is the right size
I looked at it one last time before shoving it in my chest
This time it did fit