The mailbox

I placed a piece of my heart
In the mail today
The last token of her I had
Now only pictures and memories stay
My legs felt like stone
My mind blew with the wind
But my heart would not
Allow me to be petty
I said prayers to shield me from the wind
He answered and she received the word
Sending me a warm hoodie
For these cold ny streets
Yet my prayer would take
Away my one piece left with her
Answered prayers come with a cost
Maybe she didn't need it
Maybe she wanted it away from her sight
No need to think of a heart
that is out of sight
Why continue our great plight
I would gladly bear the cold
To keep my heart with her
Now the mail has our love in boxes
How taboo for us two
How irrelevant to you
This devotion is real
I've prayed again
What will the cost be this time