A piece of my heart is gone.
It wasn't painful to lose.
In fact, it was the opposite.
I was happy to give it away.
I would have given all of it if I could have.
But now, it's gone.
My heart beats but it isn't whole.
Not until I am back where I left it.
With every beat my heart whispers what it longs for.
For the smiles, for the joy, for the singing, the dancing.
For being there, loving the way we did.
I feel it crying out in my chest,
getting louder as I go further and further away.
Thump, thump, thump.
Haiti, Haiti, Haiti.
You have a piece of my heart.
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