who loves your heart?
is it your mother, who raised you, held your hand when you learned to walk, read to you the signs in the shop windows, did your hair in braids, called you when you were too weak to pick up the phone and dial?
is it your brother? your brother, who made tree forts in the woods with you, held you on his shoulders, put band-aids on your knees when you crashed your bike, taught you to land a backflip, does he love your heart?
perhaps it is your best friend, the one that says "goodnight" to you, even when they know you are asleep, and wakes you up by making waffles in the kitchen. do they love your heart?
who loves your soul? who looks at you
and sees the heavens?
