In Heart

a poem

there was a woman in heart who had the eye of another,

who had in her heart an eye for this other,

and with each passing glance and dance and laugh,

i was a fool to think we had a future together;

now i know i realize i never had mine/

always woke up in the morning on the sideline heavy hitting for the feature of the divine/

that punchline of the co-sign/