my heart is broken,
my heart is still
at play.
who says you have to be
miserable all the time?
every Monday morning I make a list.
every Friday night I write.
TV and sleep,
the Cypriot entry.
will love depart
or will it stay?
a winner’s loss is epitaph,
the riddler fiddles sly touché
to a rascal like me,
making the best of the middle.