Empty Hearts

Empty Hearts

 

Carelessly strolling down the avenue,

The park, picturesque, with weeds sprouting through.

It's a sunny sort of day,

With the sun and the light, 

And I'm supposed to feel in a good way,

And yet I couldn't care less.

I'm one of those empty hearts,

And I feel I might as well digress.

The heat cooks me with Summer's little hum:

Throw a baseball, walk the dog,

Make love in the back seat of the minivan.

Go for a swim, and let the heat and water mingle

Like your fingers do when you're cleaning your hair.

And yet I couldn't care less.

I'm one of those empty hearts.

And I digress...

The sun goes up and it sets back down,

Seems to me I liven up when the nightfall come.

Black of night is pretty when you throw up the moon,

Mosquitoes, though, are treacherous,

And they, like life, suck the blood right out of me.

I can't have it all without the constraints of the other,

And every waking moment I have to discover

That meeting a person or the next minute will eventually bring pain...

Oh, why can't there be such a thing as the perfect lover?

And I must digress again.