The Left Column
Proper disposal
of shards of
ruby heart
   That broken bottle heart
    cut me where I hurt and
   made me feel a fool
      to have given you my confessions
    that stated my pain
  as failure, which I know,
 that heartbreak that I carry
   everywhere I go . . .
    I know and I confessed it to you
     with brevity and
  sincerity that I'd hope
    would clear up why
      I spend too much time
 worrying that you won't call back . . .
      but why should I?

   I sweep up the ruby colored glass
      and put it into a small box
  and carry it to the trash.
     my feelings for you
    I can never throw away
   no matter how broken they be.
     
  So I ask for pity from you,
     to help me to tame
    myself and learn
      constancy of heart
   and a putting away of doubt
    and a disposing of, in
     a proper way
    that heartbreak
   that I'd been carrying around
     these many long and seven years.

July 15, 2010