Love drifting in wisps of incense,
Burned to soothe savage hearts.
Old dogs,
Forcing ourselves to learn new tricks.
Fossils or not.
Loneliness?
Equal parts blessing,
Curse:
Craving a love we can never have,
Because such raw truths,
Do not exist.
Yet in solitude –
There is wisdom.
In wisdom –
Peace.
Craving A Love We Can Never Have.
