Love (Version #17)

I cannot tell you how much I hurt.

How much I ache.

An amount beyond all amounts.

My stomach is still churning.

Around itself, turning inside and out.

My heart is bleeding. My eyes are crying.

Just when you have a moment,

Just when you believe in something so strongly.

It’s taken away

And you are left bare and stripped

Of everything you’ve got

When you are about to accept

When you are about to believe

When you are about to contradict everything you’ve said

For the past dozens of years.

Just when you are about to accept

About to admit

That you believe in the impossible

The possibility that love does

Indeed exist

That love is so overwhelming

So special, so unique, so real

Just when it’s about to occur,

You are stabbed in the heart

With a stake that will stay put for years

And your wounds will never heal

For the dozens of years yet to come

You’ve returned to your initial belief

That love does not exist

Indeed.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.09.07.17:35:27@205HudsonNYC