This day alone

This day alone
Love would be welcome
The heart stutters
Within the ribcage
A single rib
Taken out
Of context

Who would love me today
As I glumly stare
And eat and attempt exercise?

Who would love me
In my jogging trousers
A ghost in my morose hungover body

Do you have someone's hand
to hold? Hold it and let
them hold yours. Do they have lips?

Kiss them silent.
Do they have hair?
Draw it from their eyes.

I am heavy
with the burden
of a broken love
that nobody could want
and a head full
of pointing fingers.

Tell me, are you burdened
with you love? It is
the best of burdens.