The Janitor.

scribbles

Who is this custodian

of your heart?

The caretaker,

the steward,

the doorman!

Why won't you let me in?

I know your mind.

Your light is on,

your love is beating.

But for whom?

A love for sale I read,

but my key inserted

no longer turns....

releasing your lock.

You said

heaven helps those

who help themselves!

And yet I offered to help.

While your heart beats for

another day, another man

I hope you extend your opening hours,

and please clean up the dead loves

that lie in your gutter.

Give a little mystery 

to their peril.

So much blood spilt.