RUMORS OF THE HEART

I left a message in your circuit
you left a burnt up letter
I left a heart in your basket
you left a rotten apple

I left a tear vile full of sadness
you left a rumor
I left my heart shaped glasses
you left a knife

I left a memoir of scrolls
you left your mother
I left a glass of wine
you left a judge

I left my most prized possession
you left a stone
I left my soul in regression
you left a book you never read

I left my love
you left me, and my love

on a street corner
begging for food