Hearts On a Shelf
My hearts on the shelf.
I put my heart on the shelf today, without cunning array, or tears in vain.
A closet next to a furnace with wool clothing that’s not highly desirable.
The argyles, and paisleys are smiling at my heart while I go upon my day and wait for work to depart.
The silk wraps, and tulle skirts are sad and blue, they see that my heart is broken and drained. Even the rainboots are smothered in drudge. I finally decided not to hold this long grudge.
For grudges cause cancer that eats away, like a moth in a closet on a cool Spring day.
I put my heart on the shelf next to the Christmas picture of you.
No more chicken dumplings, or shredded beef stew.
Just the Nike shoes wanting to run from the drudgery gloom; yet they are stuck in the room with you.
I put my heart on the shelf today.
Copyright © Jayme Chapin | Year Posted 2021
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