my heart was endlessly
reused and resold.
thrown away
to be a part
of the clutter
in the heartbreak hotel.
and then
you came in.
eyes wide,
stunning smile,
folding the fifteen dollars
you held in your hand.
you were looking through
the colored racks
when you found me
and my weathered love,
a heart too young to be
this torn apart.
reused and resold,
my heart found a home
right with you.