Consoling the Heart

It was like brewing coffee
with no lid on the carafe below:
an open container no good for dripping into.

Or like a signal with no receiver
sending out flashes in the night,
the station set to another frequency.

With nowhere for this love to be taken in,
empty and fruitless,
you opened up your heart a little wider

and sat beside me.

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