Heart in your Glove Compartment

You rip out my heart
From its place in my chest
And I’m left here robbed and broken
Distraught I’ve failed your test

And you drive on, knowingly
To places you’ve planned to go
My heart in your glove compartment
You don’t want it on show

And my body judders alone
Panic rising from an empty space
Where once beat freedom and light
Now there’s nothing but your face

And your touch on my body
Fades like my tan in the cold
Your soft kisses become but movies
Stuck on repetitive mode

I plead with the sun to help me
Burn your face off my chest
Carry back my heart to replace it
Char all memories of the rest

But until it replies I’m broken
And my heart continues to weep
Alone in your car, put aside
Like a gift you don’t want to keep

And my body calls across distance
Shouting for help from beyond
Perhaps one day you’ll listen
And allow my heart to respond

You’ll hear those pleas and decide
To bring back my heart to its home
And perhaps just perhaps when you’re here
You’ll decide to give me your own