Where?

Where is my love?

I have so many friends.

So many people love me.

Where is my love?

It hurts.

Daily. I’ve written it before.

I’ve said it before.

I can’t take this pain, anymore.

I don’t know what I’ll do.

I don’t know what I’ll say.

It hurts so much.

I’ve never been in love.

I’ve only ached.

Every second of the day.

Every calendar year.

Every moment.

Where is my love?

© 2004 David Greg Harth

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