love hidden is between
the lines.
sometimes in my most
harassing dreams
i can escape to
a thought of you.
but now it is only
a distant memory.
those days gone
by and now i
ponder sadly the
predicament in which
we find ourselves.
it is a constant
emotional winter,
perpetual freezing cold.
where no ground is
gained
and none relented.
they say a relationship
is something
you have to work at.
i say those rules
are a broken
social construct
exercising a form of control
prying a wedge between
humans
and human nature.
real love is
effortless.
true love is unconditional.
and all love
is fleeting,
happening only in
moments.
here one,
gone the next.
in the lapse of love
when work
becomes evident,
the unconditional
rolls in and
takes over.
the awake are
taken over by those
asleep.
love dies and
sanity barely holds
on.
the soul works
overtime
and the heart
slows to
hibernation;
leaves fall
from the tree of life
and love is now a
silent passenger on a
very long
journey.
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