Alone But Not Lonely

In my attic I keep my heart.
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals.
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart,
And sew it into pillows,
Hide it in sunsets,

When I looked at you I saw-
decades of pain and sorrow

I tried to hold you close
but you pushed me away

I dreamed and yearned for you
to find your peace

But it wasn't til he called you back
to that horrid place