Poetry, Instead of Tacos on Tuesday

 Requiem

I left my heart unguarded

From its bony cage be free.

It took a walk upon my arm

And rested on my sleeve.

There it sat alone

A beating mass of vulnerability.

It basked in love and love and hope

And then began to bleed.

It hurts to love, it cried

As it bled upon my arm.

Turn it off and make it stop

lock me up, safe from harm!

So I lifted it, tender and aching

And stuck it back within my chest.

Shut the bony bars around it

Locked it tightly, no more mess.

Now I keep a close watch on it

No more feelings no more pain.

The price we pay since then is

No more loss but no more gain.