Loose Leaf
There is always a price to pay,
for fleeting feelings gone by day.
A receipt with no warranty,
a promise with no guarantee
all of my guilt
along with all of those pleas,
lost somewhere
in your stack of loose leaf.
I can’t find a title,
I don’t know the date,
you never filed
you’ve taken away
so much of my faith.
You keep my heart unorganized,
come across it later,
but forget, within time.
I’m just another empty memory
you’re destroying yourself to forget.
