What right have I

To keep you in mind

When I am not owed

A tick of your time

Should my heart not stir

At the lilt of your voice

When I never occur

In the bed of your choice

I will tuck it all away

Pocket the emotion

You will not have to say

“There’s more fish in the ocean.”

And so the days go

The colors off graying

“Will it ever be returned?”

I still hear myself saying