Hard-hearted Options

[Aphrodite]

I thirst for a drink of
encouragement
but the decanter of your love is
bone dry.

I hunger for a nibble of  
wisdom
but the core of your intelligence
is unfruitful.

I yearn to say, “Happy Father’s Day” to your
gentle face
but a voiceless response is assured.

I pray to embrace your handsome 6 foot frame
but instead
I hug a cold, heartless gravestone of                                
unfeeling.

© Linda Balboni 2003