When romance is dulled,
and you don't have clue,
one must look inward
to seek perspective anew.

Sit in a cold, dark room
alone
and all you want is company.
Lie in a warm, cozy bed
accompanied
and all you want is solitude.

Do these daunting situations bloom
from things of which we hold comfort?
And once we have those lovely things,
we start to seek the opposite?