I know my love tunes
are hitting on tin ears
Ears that have tuned now
to only business.
You do not give me bouquets
of love sentiments anymore
Just stabs of criticism.
Love takes a long time to die with me
like a slain chicken
there is still movement.
My love has managed
to rip me from his heart
Crumple me up
and toss me in his office wastebasket.