Keepsake

Oh

Where can I hide my heart

Those hot and secret feelings?

In a forest of well-loved trees?

In a book of scrawled-upon leaves?

In an abandoned tin in the biscuit cupboard

Where the golden light

Won’t escape the on-tight lid?

So

Maybe I won’t hide it

Wear it on my sleeve

In the time-honoured

Or attach it to my hat

With an ostentatious silver pin

No

I’ll keep it in the kitchen drawer

With the out-of-date seeds, the too-short pieces of string

And the plastic bit of something that may be important one day

Yes, I’ll keep it there

Next to yours