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.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
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
Thanks, Carlos. I’m enjoying keeping an eye out for your blog. Keep on keepin’ on! :=D