A Treasure Box
So soon this time
melts away
like you;
my common sense
sometimes
leaves me too
like you.
Often I am blind
and cannot see
the You before me;
many times I need
help to see
desperately
from you.
I lay down with you
to make peace
but cannot speak
the words;
I want to say I love you
but can only buy a present
which only signals how I feel
but is not what I feel.
Chocolates are not
a human heart.
Many times I want to reach
out you
but feel I cannot spare the hug
you need.
I'm always on the edge of hesitancy
feeling I cannot spare the Me
locked away in my small
meager
treasure box.
Nary a coin there
I feel
can leave,
and I guard even small
leavings
jealously.
The wonder is
I think,
such meager treasure box pickings
I have,
I think
I have to protect;
because it is always closed
it does not easily release
scarce
feeling coin;
but then again
it is never open
to receive
new coins,
bequeathed.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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