Fingerless Gloves

They're falling out of me, written not for you In record volume, poems, verses, colored through and through Pastels of softest blue, my heart now on display Reefs of coral pink, in glorius array Wistful yellows, minty greens, all do testify How deep my inner musings go, it's easy to see why The object of my affection, like none I ever knew The recipient of tender phrases, written not for you