Oh Heart, Though Not About Her

I wish you’d seen the man in me
And not the one you hoped I’d be
The love that I’d have freely given
Before this heart was sorely riven

Buried, tamped beneath all clay
And guarded there until you say
“Step forth dead heart, leave now your tomb
Before mine eyes you must assume

The guise that you so oft have worn
Before you were so cruelly torn
And then reveal to me, oh heart
The love you never did impart”

Too late the invocation comes
The sentiment on dead ears falls
Too late to gather what is gone
Too late to alter what now is done

Feel you not sorrow now
Nor pity this indigent vessel
For all life has it’s time
And the heart, like life, has it’s.

by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

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