You try to wipe yourself
from the table of
my heart, but somehow
you always miss
a spot.
GO! Or...sit down again.
Bring a mocha
or a latte.
and a warm rhubarb cake.
Stay awhile. Or...
forever.
the spot always missed
eternally remains
in the center of
the table of my heart
permanently etched.
Because
A colorful centerpiece covers
your spot
concealing it from all eyes,
but felt
daily.
A pinprick
in the center of
the table
of my heart.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
You try to wipe yourself
from the table of
my heart, but somehow
you always miss
a spot.
GO! Or...sit down again.
Bring a mocha
or a latte.
and a warm rhubarb cake.
Stay awhile. Or...
forever.
the spot always missed
eternally remains
in the center of
the table of my heart
permanently etched.
Because
A colorful centerpiece covers
your spot
concealing it from all eyes,
but felt
daily.
A pinprick
in the center of
the table
of my heart.
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