A Forgetful Heart

A forgetful heart is a sorry thing,

that falls in love and
forgets to fall out;
It will invest futures
and never collect the sum,
set all days afire
until only ash remains;
You will find it taking trains
to places that no longer exist,
it will recruit dreams
until bursting
and forget not to burst;
Its absent-minded songs
will be spun long after
their purpose is moot;
The gusts in your blood
will be misplaced promises
that will knock your walls
and keep you guessing;
A forgetful heart will
search for happiness
and discover
Melancholy.

Image Source: Edvard Munch