:The Shape of my Heart:

Imagine a cone
with a base almost circular,
(slightly elliptic or irregular
are both acceptable)
where the angle the apex
overlooks the ground
is almost golden, but not
the same all around.

Now step back
and with a mental scythe
decapitate the cone,
aiming low and angling so
you enter and exit
both gently and acutely,
nearly to the ground.

Come now
and proceed to gouge out
as much mass as you can from within
with an overgrown ice cream scoop but leave
the top edges (which should be irregular elliptic)

mostly untouched;
so dig well until you see
something resembling a caldera
from afar but with gentler inner slopes.

Go fetch the largest
sledgehammer available
and come back at once.

Now smash where
the edge is closest
to the ground.

Shrink yourself
and enter if you please,
where you violated my heart.

Surrounding you
the walls invite you to climb
(but they're near impossible)
so you must leave where you entered
when you are bored with that inner bareness.

So now that you know
the (quite imprecise) shape of my heart,
I do hope you realize
the true shape of my heart is such
that you're always without.