Hologram.

I’m sending you a hologram, you’ll know that it’s from me.
It’s in a tiny shard of glass, I’ve wrapped it carefully.
You’ll look at it with wonder –till you see and understand
That nothing else could tell you what you’re holding in your hand.
These things have magic properties, exactly like my heart.
Each piece contains the whole of it, there’s all in every part,
And even though you only get a piece, it’s all you need
For every ounce of love I have is yours to keep indeed.
Each time out hearts are broken we have so much more to give
To see our hearts as holograms is truly how to live.
So please accept my gift to you and handle it with care,
But if it drops and breaks in two, there’s only more to share.

John H. Bidwell