I don't allow the
love laced thoughts or the
hollow haunting depression
to pull me from the task at hand.

I'm moving through the
sad crowds and the
clueless children like
a sharp pain chasing the
comfort of your life away.

They hold out for
love and end up longing
for something more
once the love wears thin.

I formed a kinship
with Death.
A promise so true
the Devil now
waits on me.

As I wait
on something close to
Love to pass me
by again.