Today I take a walk in my heart. Crawl through vena cava and ventricle. Revisit all the old places. I feel my love for you all around. It pounds in my ears. I take a seat in the chamber and watch the scenes from our life as they play out across the walls. Blood cells slip through my fingers. In the air they flit and hover like ash, or petals. Remember when you were inside me my heart was right above you, an apple on the bough? Your heartbeat was the first thing we heard, no, saw of you. The senses are befuddled translators in such subterranean things. I close my eyes and let the atria beat out the code. It goes over lines made of vein, filled with ash and petals. I must be careful. I am a platelet. If I stay too long I will seal something that needs to be kept open. But you, you are my heartbeat, insisting you are still here.