Me, being me <br />I always wore <br /> <br />My heart <br />on my sleeve <br /> <br />But now... <br />no more. <br /> <br />I asked the assistant <br />if I could see <br /> <br />“...some new hearts <br />...please? ” <br /> <br />(that would suit <br />my change of heart) . <br /> <br />“Why, certainly sir! ” <br />(he smiled sycophantically) . <br /> <br />He showed me <br />a heart <br />“...in light pain.” <br /> <br />“Or, if Sir <br />may not mind me commenting <br />this deep purple pain <br />... suits you Sir! ” <br /> <br />“Don’t you have any <br />...in bright joy? ” <br /> <br />“Or at best <br />...partial happiness? ” <br /> <br />“Or at least <br />...contentment? ” <br /> <br />The assistant smirked: <br /> <br />“...at what one must assume <br />is Sir’s...little joke? ” <br /> <br />“Happiness is so...old hat! ” <br /> <br />“Happiness is...how you say <br />... so passé! ” <br /> <br />I left the shop <br />clutching an expensive <br />purple heart <br /> <br />knowing I would never <br />wear it <br /> <br />And that it would <br />hang in the wardrobe <br /> <br />Mocking <br />My predicament. <br /> <br />So, now <br />I don’t have a mind <br />to have a heart. <br /> <br />Get by <br />(somehow) <br /> <br />... without <br /> <br />...one.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-of-heart-4/
