Perhaps I should have a rummage sale
where I sell off old, used things.
I have memories that I can give you, cheap
they only make me sad.
I have pictures of places and stories of times
that will never be remembered again.
I have laughter that died and eyes that are cold
but, I swear, they were once good as new!
I have a beaten, broken, battered heart
but I think it still kind of works.
I have compassion an unconditional love,
no guarantee on them.
I have words like ‘baby’ and ‘angel’
though they won’t last for very long.
But that’s ok, you can recycle them
and use them over and over again.
I have a ring I’ll make you a deal on
it originally came with 3 stones.
Past, present, and future
guess which one you won’t need.
There are words unspoken, dreams unfulfilled,
there are broken hearts and shattered lives.
But I know you won’t want them, neither do I
they can go in the ‘donate’ pile.
The last things left are the tears that I cried
and continue to cry for you.
I hope one day they wash over you like rain
and clear away the mess that you can’t see me through.