thinking of....

post-it love

love is not in red
it is in yellow
the day you gave me
cutesy pieces of ochre paper

it stuck onto me
those squiggles of boyish scrawny handwriting
stealing bits of my heart
one at a time

a tiny heart at the end
of each message
made my mind woozy
my heart thumping

but soon novelty wore off
like love does most of the time
the once durable sticky paper
soon fluttered off mine

scraps of paper
pepper the soles of my feet
the ground is ochre
my heart is free

now there is only a piece left
it says,
"hey, can we be
friends please?"