wishbones in my ribcage

She gives me wishbones
to click and crack against my bones
like they are a banquet feast
for my hollow soul
that hungers for things unnamed
or unknown

Love is a leash that keeps me coming back
though I’ve long banished the reasons why
when the reasons for her absences
are as simple as life

Like a beggar I’ve come to take
what little I can get
my deadbolt heart shattering
with the telekinetic need to break down the door
and feel her personality wrap me up
in a childlike wonder
where mythology and reality bleed
into the perfect now

She gives me wishbones
to click and crack against my bones
mementos to hold on to
and bury in my freezing heart  
when she’s gone

© Indie Adams 2014
1-9-14
Day 1 of my 30 Day Poetry Challenge