Heart of Gold


I do not have a heart of gold.


I am holding these ashes,

the ones I think you could love,

breathing until I know Iā€™m rusted

and they are there before they scatter.


I do not have a death grip.


I am holding your lifeline,

I need to give it back

but all I want is to hold it closer,

make you happier than I remember ever being,

make sure you never drown.


I will never have a heart of gold.


Sometimes I wish I did

so I could say your name without it breaking.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 6/30/17

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allets's picture

Lovely Play On "heart"

Liked the lifeline line lots - slc