A Break from Our Usual Broadcast…

Ahh Monday. The life of the underemployed means I don’t work on Mondays. Which…is sort of nice. But for those of you back to the grind: I’m sorry. I hope to be just as mopey about it soon.

I realized I have inundated y’all with short stories of late. Muses never promise continuity or similarity. But, I wanted to change it up a bit. So here’s a poem to start your week with.

Note: this was inspired by another work, by another artist. I take no credit for their piece. And you can find them both on HitRecord (seriously y’all, it’s free to join, and there’s AMAZING people there. Hop on the bandwagon!)

Softest Heart
Rating: G
Inspired by: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/1317515

Sometimes I miss
the things I left with
you: that soft red
shirt or my book of e.e.
cummings poetry. But
then I remember your
face when I said
goodbye: my man
of the woods
vanished that day,
your face thinned
into the finest glass.

I can hear your boys
telling you to get rid
of my things. Was it
wrong to leave them?
Perhaps. But, you
stood on the cusp
of breaking. Forgive
me? You always
said I had the
softest heart.