O my dear, how can I speak of being apart from you?
The eyes know a hundred tears, and the soul has a hundred sighs.
-Hafiz
Did you think for a moment
That my heart had grown legs
And gained the ability to
Walk away from you?
Ah, it cannot, it shall not—
It is quite content in its lodgings
In the confines of your mind
And the apartments of your soul.
It pays no rent to you yet you so
Diligently and lovingly keep
it in your arms but oh, lord knows,
it has been a bad tenant.
But, dearest, do not think that I can
Walk away from you—
I cannot, I shall not, but I simply
Also cannot always be here with you.
Forgive me.

Your description about the heart and the apartments, that was creative and I really enjoyed this poem.