Taking Stock (The Business of Love)

I cannot hold my heart in escrow,

for what I owe must be paid in full.

The interest on my debt’s stupendous,

although the investment’s dividend

is close to nil. Whatever

Chapter’s read, we are almost bankrupt.

The end’s so near you can hear it beating.

I’ll lock the vaults, opaque the feeling,

infarct whatever hopes I’d had in dreaming.

Return, therefore, my love! I’m begging. However deep

depreciation’s left the value of our trust in shambles,

I’ll take the leavings. And while, it seems, you’ve sold me short

and made my loss your profit, I’m still a Bullish buyer,

and, such enterprise as made us closer, would not abort.