Contemplation

Where Is Love

I want love.

I do.

I wonder where it is.

Maybe under the table or in the boy across the room with the smug look on his face.

Is it in my eyes or out the door. I don't know where it is but it better get in a car, press the accelerator down well past one hundred and get here.

Because I am losing hope and if I'm your love, well time is making me more broken.

So don't take your a moment longer.

Throw yourself at me and give me your all.

Shout it from the rooftops that it's me you want and maybe, maybe just maybe I will still be intact and believe that it is true.

I can find love.

I can have it.

Someone to love as mine and I as theirs.