Every Love Song …

Every love song feels like a cinder block fist to my ribs

Loss of air, stare - blankly

Into a sea of hats, hair, wandering eyes

Fully consumed passerby’s

I’m just holding on

To the railing of this capricious life

Catching my breath in between let downs

Gathering smiles like field flowers

When I know I have to be the one

To lift me back up

Point myself into some palpable direction

Hoping I’ll figure something out

Along the way

Something to soothe my soul

From the aching of you

Clinging to my being

Like a shadow on the forest floor

I’d try to run

But I signed a deal with futility

The day my eyes found yours