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 . . .

LBM 6/25/01

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