Even if wrapped

3-feet deep in wrapping paper

You would still not be a gift

At least not for me

Sure I still smile when I see you

I have an unfailing fondness for you

But as for the day to day

I’ve lost my sense of smell and taste

When it comes to you

A piece has died and broken off

And I can’t resuscitate my heart

My patience has left the station

And I’m really ok with that

Because I know and you know

That I poured into you with vigor

I gave and gave and gave

And have never regretted a minute

I invited you into everything

And built you a big ole stage

I listened to every whine and complaint

And watched everyone shrug

When you flipped out

And showed yourself

Again and again

And again and again

See, I’m simply spent

Still for you

Not over you

Simply spent

And fine

With empty open palms