Love and its absense.

I’ve thought about it, love
What an eternal affair
Less like the dirty feeling
Of the droning fading stamp from drunk’s door
The printed regret of yesterday
The stubborn stain of tomorrow
Less like this
But somewhat still apart of love

And because I’ve thought about it, love
I mean
I’ve crept into the sweetness of some poor man’s dance
We’ve played hide and seek
Behind towers of fabric, intertwined with battered air
And half breathe laughter
Remembering that you’ve had a dream
It was of love
But it was not like this

Oh yes, I’ve thought about love
The scar, the scratch on the vinyl of existence
We die to find it
Failed in the quest
A search for love’s destruction
A search to cry broken tears
on my mother’s shoulder

Thinking about love, yes
It skinned me and grated me
Forces me to crush the la de da le da’s
Yet my terror wanes and leaves distorted room
For me to ask you
Where have you been?
I’ve grown a soul so damp
Are those grey hairs around cupids arrow
You’ve seemed to have a different motive
Perhaps it’s right for me now, for me mature
What clarity!
I sigh.
Oh love, I’ve missed you.

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