By poetwench
Date: 8 February 2000

Small Change of the Heart

Turned my heart inside out
like an old purse
when you're searching for small change
and found the small treasures
in between the debris.

I found the one I loved
because he made me laugh,
and said I had a poet's lips
just before he kissed me.

I found the man
who began as words on a screen,
never met, never touched'
but still my lover nonetheless

I found the guy
who loved me
before I loved myself
and waited for me to see my own splendor.

Affairs end, hearts cool
and eyes look elsewhere for new delight---
but I carry something
from every love I have known.
It can better you, or bitter you---
and always the choosing is your own.