What the Heart Can Afford

It seems my heart found
a big pile of
missing you
in a bargain bin
at the thrift store.

It couldn't afford care
or the nicer version,
like,
and most certainly not
the luxury of love
(with its cashmere compliments and velvety kisses).

So it's settled on this
missing
woven of silence,
ignorance
and distance

waiting
for a windfall

or for time to wear it out.