Not all who wander are lost.

My heart is a golden retriever.
Warm and happy,
friendly and dumb.
Bounding cheerfully
It follows you home
running circles around you
trying to kiss your face.

It won't fetch.
It won't sit still.
It won't lie down or roll over.
It will bark at strangers
Unless, of course, they have treats.
when it is petted and flattered
its tail will wag and then it will flop over
so you can rub its belly, too.
It never comes back when I call it.

And when it does wander home, quite of its own accord
It must first stop to sniff every inch of sidewalk
and pee on every tree along the way.

I miss my wandering heart
when it is keeping you company instead of me
But I can't complain,
because it's such a loveable heart, really.
And you probably need it more than I do.
After all, I'm given a new one
Everytime one wanders off with someone else
and golden puppies are just so sweet
I'm growing quite a pack.