I left my heart in Tokyo.

It sits alone in a room occupied by the other.

She pays no mind, she comes and goes.

Alone it sits, quiet as a mouse.

It wishes it could be free.

It throbs but makes no noise.

She pays no mind, she comes and goes.

I left my heart in Tokyo.

It’s in a room, sitting above the shelf.

I miss my heart.

I miss you.

I miss me.