Only for Myself

Gluttonous

I have never considered myself
greedy.
But if greed was a box:
it'd be very small
hidden in the darkest
corner of my mind.
It would be locked in a
dizzyingly beautiful,
abalone and wooden safe.
The code would be your name,
because thinking of you
still causes me
immense guilt
and the terror
of immense loss.
Thus I would hesitate
to open it.
The safe would be
in a house
on in island
that takes me years
to swim to.
So even then,
I make it hard for myself
to open the box
and be
greedy.