Hearts — Summary

My heart rarely sleeps But when it does it is with dreams Dreams of nightmares haunting Haunting of you and the things we said Because nightmares are dreams that forgot to fall asleep

Fall asleep to forget Fall asleep for relief Some hearts need the sleep To get away from grief

Grief leaving you wondering Like some rumored secret But things left alone or told Are better than thoughts unknown

Unspoken dreams from hearts Is almost exactly as a nightmare My love for this is just a hoax But my love for you is easy to bare

But without you here it leaves me scared Something I can't escape The grief of letting you be Was easier to say than embrace

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Abigail's "Hearts" is about missing someone and being haunted by what was left unsaid between you. The speaker says their heart barely sleeps, and when it does, it fills with nightmares about "you and the things we said." The line "nightmares are dreams that forgot to fall asleep" is the poem's sharpest image: a bad dream is just a thought that never got to rest.

The structure helps carry this feeling. Each stanza picks up the last word of the one before it (dreams, haunting, fall asleep, grief), so the thoughts loop and chain together, much like a mind that can't switch off. The speaker also argues that things "left alone or told" are better than "thoughts unknown," suggesting that uncertainty hurts most.

By the end, the mood is quiet fear and regret. The speaker finds loving this person easy, but being without them frightening. Saying goodbye, the final lines admit, was easier than actually living with it.

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