lost and found

a stranger knocks
at the door
with something in his hand.
it has a slow beat.
a tell tale thud.
I believe this
might be yours he says.
and hands
it to me.
I found it outside in the snow.
it looks broken, he says.
but I found it that way.
no problem, I tell
him, I understand.
I take it from him and press
it back into
my chest. it slips out
every now and again, I tell
him. but thanks
for bringing it back to me.