heart/stuck

life runs in cycles,
like favorite words that
always seem to come back to you.

my mind runs in circles,
like a dog whose tail
always seems to escape him.

but my heart,
lies still,
stuck,
always with you.

i gave it to you when i was five,
and even when i have asked politely,
you have not given it back.
and for that,
i thank you.