Where did my broken heart go?
It seems to have disappeared.
I checked in the crumb-filled crevices of the couch.
It wasn't there.
I dumped everything out of my purse and searched my wallet.
It wasn't there.
I vacuumed up a tumble weed of dog hair in a corner.
It wasn't there.
I would have cut myself on the shards of glass if it had been in the couch.
I would have seen the glitter of glass if it had been in my purse.
I would have heard the shattered bits of glass as the vacuum cleaner sucked them away.
I suspect someone stole it and hid it where it can never be found.
His name is MY LOVE.
I must say, all praise be to God, Janie. I saw the very tiny for EAS in the corner. Feels like Valentine!
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, my oceangirl -- I praise God for EAS.
DeleteAwwww, I love that you and your heart are finally being treated as you should!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maggie. I never knew a man could be as sweet as my Elvis -- except for my dad.
DeleteThis poem made me feel good!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad, fishducky. Writing it made me feel good.
DeleteHow sweet. I'm glad you can't find a broken heart anymore, because you don't have one.
ReplyDeleteEAS replaced it with a happy heart.
DeleteEAS is the da bomb.
ReplyDeletethat's sweet. finding new love and loving it is one of the best things that could happen to a person. not many have it though. lucky woman :)
ReplyDeleteGod has blessed me with Elvis Aaron Schwarz.
DeleteI know it's against the law to read other people's mail, but it was really sweet!! ;) So happy for you both.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rita. Later this month, Elvis will meet The Hurricane. He'd better be prepared.
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