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.