an Open heart

You don’t know or maybe you do. Maybe you pretend.

I can’t. I am the ink on the page you’d already written

when you said, “that’s an idea” but didn’t show. Too

sensitive, I am. My trusting, yearning heart

breaks into glaring droplets of dashed hopes

every time.

I am a fool. Yes, but you are a bigger one. An

open heart trumps a calculator

when the calculation is through

and we are judged

by how thoroughly we embrace

another.

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2 Responses to an Open heart

  1. Chagall says:

    Love the lines . . . when you said, “that’s an idea” but didn’t show . . . and I agree that an open heart does trump a calculator, but I sometimes think there are more calculators in the deck. —–Chagall

  2. Thanks, Carlos. I’m enjoying keeping an eye out for your blog. Keep on keepin’ on! :=D

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