The Milk-Carton Of Human Kindness

My heart sits down to breakfast

And pours himself a bowl

Of the sugar-coated treats that are his only fuel.

The face appearing on the mlk carton before him

Is yours, my dear, missing for all these years.

Now the authorities- Neruda, Byron, Lennon & Mcartney-

Have all stopped an active search

But can't give up the pretense of vigilence.

My heart chews as he gazes wistfully,

At your lost beauty enshrined carton-side.

He can finish no puzzles,

Every 7 letter word to him seems your name.
The most important meal of the day

Comes and goes with that reminder

That you're out there, somewhere.

My heart sighs, gathers his things, and leaves.

His car stereo plays, and his mind

Wanders.