Poetry Tuesday - "Burying Hearts"

Burying Hearts



I come home on a Wednesday
To find the curtains open
So I went and closed them
And washed the dirt from my hands

The water flows counter-clockwise
I can see it with my eyes closed
I stop to think about beginnings
But all I feel are dirty hands

I bury hearts on Tuesdays
Right on down to the next week
Been doing it ever since I was left alone
Ever since I broke the earth

I took a job counting bottles
Down at the town’s grocery store
But every bottle I coldly held
Felt like a hammer full of rage

She said I couldn’t take it
She said I hadn’t done enough
I think it’s ok, I don’t mind
I’m just burying her heart next to mine
I’m just burying her heart next to mine

I bury hearts on Tuesdays
Right on down to the next week
Been doing it ever since I was left alone
Ever since I broke the earth