Un-returned

He left behind what was his heart.

Split between three,

Left with a sliver, he was handed the key.

His promise to return, oh so quickly.

But hearts fell dimly.

While stars covered him gently.

As Three hearts flooded with tears

They collected their hands in a plea,

Wishing for one more chance just to see.

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