Tossed.

Afternoon in Liepzig.
Apples glinted on a stand
and your calloused browntan hands
picked one up.
You stole that apple like you
stole
my
heart,
grabbing it and shining it,
then throwing it off a roof later so it
SMASHED!
into a thousand pieces.
Actually, it just kind of plopped.
My heart did that too, then.