Can you tell me?

What is your heart’s story?
Is it filled to overflowing with no room left
for ghosts & memories?
Do those who fill it give as well as take
And keep it warm & safe & satisfied?
Is it a glowing red, pumping hard
With passion?
Does it feel acutely every gentle touch and whisper
Close at hand
So loud and strong it has no airspace
For those wavelengths crossing oceans?
How does a heart achieve
Such satisfying fullness?
How does one soar the heavens?
Tell me, do you know?
All I know of a certainty is
I miss feeling hearts attuned…
I miss being loved as I love.
My heart is searching for it’s story
Still