You used to live right next door;       
    We played games until nightfall,
    My favourite was volleyball.
    I strived, long and hard, to score -   
    Spike my heart over the fence
    And ground it on your side.          
    Though time and again I tried, 
    I could not break your defence:
    Every ball I served, with hope,        
    You slammed back without remorse.
    Where did you find such force?          
    While I could barely cope,
    Your mind was always elsewhere
    And you left without a word          
    My heart, beating, in the dirt,
    Of the stakes lost unaware.
    
    It is now long in the past,
    You remember it no more;
    Life has better things in store   
    Than the sight of me downcast.    
    To the house where you resided          
    Others moved in I can't recall;         
    I thought only what would befall        
    Our game which, though lopsided,        
    Was never pronounced over.          
    Now forever unresolved,
    My heart's dream with it dissolved. 
    Shouldn't I win by walkover?            

    It's all right, I understand.        
    These things happen constantly.     
    I accepted reluctantly                  
    That things not always go as planned.   
    How can I, though, leave it behind,     
    When you haven't returned my ball?      
    Denied this courtesy so small,          
    Affection I will never find.           
    Instead, right in front of my eyes,     
    You left it, spurned in disrespect,     
    For a garbage truck to collect.         
    There, on a garbage heap it lies,       
    Between a used pregnancy test           
    And a rotten banana peel,               
    While my wound will never heal -
    This great, aching void in my chest.    
    
    Helpless, in mood elegiac,              
    I stare through the rusting railing     
    Where I used to see you smiling.        
    All I want is my heart back...