Comme ci comme ça

even though
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.