Airplanes have been flying too close to our sun today.

Heart shapes have been spotted floating in the sky,

not UFOs as reported in the press, and your aura is

fluffy hot pink as usual, a supplication for red roses.

And speaking of those heart shapes of ours, you

open my chest like a box of chocolates

only to find nothing there but the words

‘Back Soon’.

We both know what this doesn’t mean, and,

more importantly, what it does.