Handful, am i?

My heart is just a handful

To hold and share not with a friend nor foe

My love is a quiet melody

From a dusty player

Too weak to fill a crowded room

But rich enough to keep a fellow seated

We have a lifetime’s worth of hours

To spend and waste

But ultimately not that much

A sea of wine to drink til dry

But ultimately not enough to go out drunk

A thousand cheese rinds to throw out

But not enough to 

The hundreds bugs we crush and hunt around the kitchen

Is not enough to end their population

A dozen parties to leave early

But not enough to go unnoticed