the chaff

it is my heart that scatters all about
but she ate me when i was the bean
now i am seeming of irrelevance-
because a chaff has no futher use

she spied , and saw the bean underneath
then she tore me apart in alledged affection
but when she was through nibbling the core
she packed the chaff in pieces-then flung it

now each discrete bit that lands
was a part of my heart in her hand
but all that mattered she had devoured-
there was nothing left of me than the chaff