What a strange mood...

[adialosdia]

I present to you the bounty of a very silly lunch break, inspired by e.e. cummings' 'i carry your heart'.

I have heard one may carry a heart not ones own
(joyous burden! no heart ought to travel alone)
Yet this baggage reveals a quirk unseen, unknown
My heart, filled with another
appears to have grown

I confess it was always a roomy affair
(though I’ve tended it sometimes without enough care)
Yet it’s visibly swollen beyond all repair
containing another
there’s more of it there

And furthermore, since it resides in my chest
(Not taken by force, nor held by duress!)
if his distance is greater. his attachment far less
It must be there’s no longer
one beneath his breast

When he leaves me to seek out a newer someone
(I can see in him now the desire to run)
Will the heart stay with me, love’s trophy hard won?
In exchange, perhaps,
for the cd collection?

I think I just channeled Shel Silverstein for a moment. It was a strange moment.