My Incompetent Heart

Does it matter that I write?
These words fade
into meaninglessness
once written.

What good are they?
My heart's blood
has always been the greatest ink
and yet, is there any such thing
as indelible feelings?

What does it matter
if I feel
if I felt
if I gave a heart
or had it broken?

Years from now
will all this musing
only prove
my heart's incompetence?

My legacy to you
is nothing but tear stained pages
in a book you will never read
once your heart forgets me.

Does it matter then
that I write it?

Don McGonigal
March 2006