Leftover love

I hid you in my thought
Deep, in dark ravines
Behind mountains of chores
I chained you at the base of inescapable responsibilities
I scrubbed with tar
your taste
your smell
From fingernails, from tongue
I ripped the memory of you into specks of pieces
I scattered them across the vastness of my dreams
But you escaped, somehow
Replaced my heart with laughter, my gut with wings
my fists with open palms
and
fingers longing for the touch
I had to open up myself and eat,
at every dawn,
Leftovers of my heart