Microwaved Rhymes

I put love in the microwave,
where it was safe,
recycled and good.

There was no place for
thoughts, no room for
food.

I stood there and waited
for the minutes to pass,
another moment,
another lapse...
in judgement,
time was wasted
and tears were shed.

I felt hungry, stomach
grumbling, my heart
was starving as I lay
in bed searching for
my head.