Cold to my Heart
My heart has no eyes, but it wept for me.
No tongue, but it called my name. I did
not listen, I was not moved. The distance
was too great.
My heart has no arms yet it ached to hold me.
Hardened, I refused to give it shelter. Like
a kitten mewing for its mother, it longed for
comfort, but I could not take it in . . .