BANKED

She had been faithful to no one for six years. 

Then she met the man who matched her

Brain and body.

All was well until she offered her greatest gift,

Fidelity.

He did not reciprocate.

Needed time to contemplate.

Three weeks, three months, six…

Time enough for lover’s tricks.

Love reduced to an installment plan.

She felt she was an organ donor.

Preferred that to perennial loner.

Her heart was proffered  but removed, to a

Jar of something crude.

He wanted the beats, but the connections were questionable.

Always another available soon—fresher, younger, more malleable.

Too much love smashing, supplies abundant organs. Always for him, the

Bank is full.