Let’s leave this

One untitled because

After all it

Was a mirage

A semblance of

Something but the

Closer that I

Got the quicker

It disappeared it

Provided hope I

Suppose pleasure too

To some extent

Like shooting a

Birdie or bowling

A strike after

Not having played

In a while

But I learned

That the wars

Of love are

Indeed no place

For the cowards

And the children