Years ago I wrote a poem. It was the beginning of my opus. One day I would complete it, and give it to the one I love. Since my divorce, love is almost a foreign term. I ended it... knowing that I'm shy and probably wouldn't find someone again, I took a deep breath and made the plunge into singledom. I've been single now going on six years. A few dates here in there... some promising, some not. In either case, I'm beginning to think that my poem will never be finished... because no woman will ever appear to give me the inspiration to finish it. So I might as well share it with everyone:
Love
Each of is born
unto darkness
From our first thought
we need
To our last breath
we need
This need cannot
- will not
Be satiated by power
potence, or greed
Steven Hartzog Jr.
posted @ Saturday, January 01, 2005 11:34 PM