In his wisdom

Solomon decided

To kill a baby

By cutting it in half

That each grasping hand

Could leave happy

With equal portion

But one lousy lady

Decided it hurt too much

And gave her share away

“Love cannot hold tight

Like a person on the rack

Tearing apart its object

Leaving one content

With memories hoarded like gold

Buried, useless, and dead

Beneath heart’s floorboards,

It let’s go and lives in hope…”