The Head and the Heart

Hello from a heart
that won’t let go.

I just want you to know
that I’m storing your sorrow
in case you forget
what made you frown.

I’m harboring hot anger;
tending to your fire.
It will burn down into smolders
if I don’t stoke it.

I’m gardening your grief;
making sure to pack it tight.
The best blooms come
from constant attention.

I’m fostering your fears
so you’re prepared for everything
that won’t go right.
But your chest is getting tight…

My condolences from a mind
that refuses to hold.

I apologize for leaking
all of the sadness
you are seeping
into my veins.

And expelling the anger
that’s welling, unchecked,
for it lingers
if allowed to stay.

I am sorry for plucking
the grasses of grief
you’ve been sowing;
they just can’t keep growing.

And the stress that will fester
is shredding the sleeves
I am not used
to wearing you on…