Glovebox

thYou took a piece of my heart
Wrapped it in cellophane
Placed it in your glovebox
And closed the latch tight
So sordid

It takes up only half the space
Next to your driving gloves
That supple leather feel
The one I know so well
Tucked in close and safe
Like my love

Then you left it in the dark
Like you abandoned me
You sought the hidden part
Where all humans bleed
But time discarded us
And left me ruined

But those gloves still fit
As expensive leather will
So subtle
Like my beating heart
In your glovebox.

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