By Maggie Mink
Date: 14 March 1998

MY LONELY RAFFISH HEART

I have trouble dealing with my heart.
Let me explain it . . . where do I start?
Alone, the day arrives in monotone.
Outside sweet birds are singing.
Everything is primed for life anew,
But my lonely heart is still clinging,
Craving and crawling back to you,
And your addictive voice on the phone.

You, nonchalant, "What are we having for dinner?"
"Anything you want," I breathe.
Anything, anything from me the sinner.
As long as I offer, I know you won't leave.
Please don't be another nova in my life,
To flare and fade too soon.
I have these thoughts to be your wife,
To have stereo in this room.

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