The guy who broke his own heart

Broken Heart

Today I let my heart fall. I wasn't paying attention. In a wild run to arrive on time it must have slipped out of my chest,but I didn't notice right away.
I was trying to pay attention in classes and abstracted in my thoughts and the conversations close by. Time drags on but I don't mind. I like to listen to the time pass. The little pointers of the clock in their tick-tocks assure me I'm not stopped in time so I relax and look out the window ,maybe looking for something that could catch my attention . Then I feel it. An unfamiliar sense of emptiness. It doesn't bothers me too much so I ignore it.
I continue to look out the window, thinking about how good being a cloud must be. Lost in an infinite blue world,without worries or cares. Good life. But I imagine they get as bored as I am right now. Even so,I might consider becoming a cloud someday.
The deafeningly sound of chairs being dragged and the noise of steps leaving the library leads my eyes to the clock. 4:30pm,end of the school day.
I walk in a slow and sleepy rhythm. Shouldn't have stayed up so late reading yesterday. Force of habit,reinforcement of the addiction. Even thought book reading can't really be considered an addiction,it's something that I spend a large amount of time on and I really can't stop doing. Still,better than drugs.
Halfway on my way home, I see something shiny on the ground. I'm not one to pick up things off the ground but I felt like it was calling for me,as cliché as that sounds. I crouch down and pick it up. A shard. A red shard. There is a little pile of red shards laying on the ground that I feel belong to me. Hahaha,so this is what was missing. My heart. Not that it made much difference. I was never much of a sentimental person so it didn't had much use. I put the little pieces in my trouser's pocket and keep walking. I can try to fix it but for what? Just to say I have a heart and I'm like everyone else? I don't know if it's worth the lost time on a useless task.
But maybe that's what I'm missing. Motivation. Emotion. Maybe I was never a complete person and my only chance to be one is by fixing my broken heart.