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.