I searched the streets uncertain
corners and alleyways
to find my escape,
a place where
some mythical
love sits and waits.

I looked in libraries,
comic book shops.
not barrooms
where normal people stop,
but everywhere
I might dare
find the other half
of this lonely pair,

Because songs, tv shows,
movies and books
promised me
there was love
somewhere
out there.

But, I am slowly
learning
that that promise
is a cruel lie,
that the only love
I will ever know
is fictional
small fantasies
in paperbacks
or tv screen,

or sometime
in my mind
where I find
only I can touch myself
while dreaming of
a make believe love
that is nowhere to be seen.