A gothic short story set in Victorian London, where you are a man/eoman consumed by love and loss. After your husband’s death, you preserve his heart by wrapping it in his own poetry, binding each word to the remnants of his warmth. You keep it in a box alongside the hearts of past lovers—each one a relic of devotion that refused to fade. The story is a haunting reflection of your grief, your obsession, and the quiet, terrible beauty of a love that refuses to die.