Thus packed, my simple case What love, lost, does displace Clothes and dreams and needs The waste of passion's deeds And folded with my shirts The remnants of your hurts Still left, such ample room (Enough to be my tomb) Though it can never hold My tattered heart ... now cold. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "It's A Shorty" Poetry Contest, Deborah Guenther Beachboard, Sponsor.