Why oh why for
God’s sake why why
Are the best ones
Always so far away
Is it that distance
Denies what might be
Loving at arms length
Maybe when they’re there
The idea of here
Of actual intimacy of
The hot and cold
Of our running water
Remains what it is
And not the tepid
Temperature that relationships become
And just like that
It happened the hope
That had been buried
Deep in the ground
Erupted in yellows reds
Blues and pure whites
Like a cascade of
Spring flowers all yawning
Saying here I am
As promised after winters
Heavy blanket of loneliness
But will anyone notice
Oh hey hi there
Stop that it tickles
And then snap pluck
And off I go
Once again someone’s bouquet
*sigh
It’s hard to find
The good in people
When goodness itself is
Based solely on trust
If we can’t believe
Yet ridicule our poorest
Begging for scraps how
Can we ever trust
Others looking for love
I no longer rely
On apps to introduce
Me to others apps
Have agendas and promotions
Promises and false hopes
Like attending a masquerade
Ball one is never
Certain to whom you’re
Speaking not just how
They look but who
They are we have
Become a liars society
Where truth has become
As rare as love
Ugh not this song
My heart being wrung
But not a bell
But a wash cloth
Not meant to celebrate
But only to soothe
To whisk away fever
Or mess or crumb
When did my heart
Become an after thought
Used to clean up
Someone else’s selfish mess
