Love Reservation

Sharing my heart for nothing in return.
Polishing my heart for a museum.
This is rare.
This is close to extinction.
Does it even exist?

Building everyone a home just for them to exit.
I am searching for what I put out.
A hand to hold.
A shoulder to cry on when I’m burdened.
Arms for blankets when I’m cold.

I just hope there is something left.
A remnant of compassion.
Anything I used to be.
Preserved emotions.
In desperate need of a love reservation.

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