My heart hits the ground.

My heart, it hits the ground
And as it falls from its cage,
Knocks every rib on the way down.

It never really meets the floor.
It never really is you.
It never will be any more.

You never just appeared before
Always journeys and preparations
Until we reached your door.

Or big day trips out in places;
Suncream and sensible shoes,
Soaring kites and smiling faces.

And we weren't close in more ways
Than one. Proximity had little
To do with the 'fade to grey's.

Mine were selfish tears
In the day of rain, the box was
Taken to where God hears.

But I don't believe God hears.
Yet what I don't know is
Greatest of my fears.

So if I was to see you again
You know I'd feel this
I'd feel this times 10:

My heart would hit the ground
And as it falls from its cage,
Knocks every rib on the way down.