Aisles of cache, and reminiscent suffering.
Displays of verity, temporary veiling.
Three decades of utilization, leading to creation.
Installation of hope, investment in patience.
Once luminous, now voided.
Dull. Known. This heart, sitting on a shelf.
This body, secondhand.
Aspiration to be noticed, straight back and chest out.
Strides continue, and dust collects.
Stagnant and lost, one desire left.
Your hands, to take this heart.
Keep it safe, and keep it new.
All I ask, is you.