My heart jumped at the thought of finding love.

In my mind, it would be all that my dreams were made of.

My heart would be theirs and their heart would be mine.

And every day would float me higher than any skyline.

My heart raced at the thought of someday.

Each night I’d get on my knees and quietly pray.

As time ticked forward I grasped at any straw.

Slipping through my fingers like the sand hearts I would draw.

My heart no longer skips a beat when I think about love.

No longer leaps with the hope of being all my dreams are made of.

And the idea of finding my person begins to fade.

The idea I once had drifted from the plans I once made.