Friday, April 2, 2010

abandoned love

How is it that authentic love

can be so readily abandoned,

so thoughtlessly divested, like an

indifferent breath exhaled into

the frigid morning, visible for

but an instance then vanished?

We will surrender our dreams

to the day’s many vexations and

temptations, won’t we? Easily!



Sloughing off once-treasured

affections, we foolishly initiate

the love hunt afresh, disdaining

the strewn wreckage we’ve

fraught in the lives of others.



It seems there should be a most

damnable termination for us at

the end of all this, should we fail the

test of nurturing the true affections

with which we’ve been blessed,

ours and those of cherished others.

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