Frozen Heart
warmth he once offered had vanished
only twisted words from his deceptive mouth
his eyes were empty
trying for years to restore his passion
where was the tenderness he once gave freely
apathy now abounded instead
he blamed me at first, so I bought new lingerie
got a manicure, pedicure and special hairdo
still, he said he felt nothing
after I left, I hired a sculptor
he chiseled a heart out of ice
metaphor for what he was missing
the heart was delivered to his door
he placed it in an ice bucket
went out to seek angelfish
many fish he caught that day, but no angels
when he brought them home
all had been spoiled
the frozen heart had melted, just as intended
but he never felt warmth inside again
sometimes what’s missing cannot be restored
*Entry For Susan Burch’s “Missing” contest
Written March 2, 2012
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
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