The Pain in My Heart
I was looking for something in the garage
And I found your dusty golf-cart.
Your fishing rod leans in the corner
Like this lonely pain in my heart.
In the closet your shirts still hang
Like a memory that will not depart.
Some of them have long collars like
This longstanding pain in my heart.
In the drawer I found a metal bracket
That must be a spare part
To something. It reminded me
Of your loss, this pain in my heart.
Wherever I look in the house
I feel love's wounding dart
And it hurts me as sorely as
Angina, the pain in my heart.
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