Give Away Poem by Susan Lacovara

I will give it away
This love, like a coin
I kept in my pocket
Shiny, when new,
Smooth to the touch,
Valuable, it's worth,
Yet no worth, in keeping it,
For myself
Unspent

Perhaps I can buy myself a second glance
Trade it in for another chance...
Bank it, so that it gains interest
Or maybe, just drill a hole through it's center
(Much like the hole in my soul)
Lace it onto a silver stand
To hang, nearest, my heart

I would rather be broke
Than BROKEN
Choose the poverty of keeping my poetry,
Over the Prince, turned in truth, to Pauper
He, failing to see
I loved him best, when only the world was Ours
Two unskilled souls, looking for LOVE
As a true investment...
Even though I received no return receipt
I was happy, then, in the richness of his voice
Flip the coin,
Heads...too filled with yesterday's troubles
Tails...I think along other lines...
When the small of my back brushed against his belly
And the only debt we had was to one another's survival

I am used to being hungry
Just not used to starving...
For the love I cannot but a dollar amount on
I, He, We, know the banquet
Of what a bundle of love can afford you
This coin, kept in my pocket
Along with the hope he recalls what we once were