Like an unseen leak spreading
infiltrations on barren walls,
it's always something
small turned
big:
a tighter ***
or a wider smile,
bigger ****
or more genuine laughter,
truer notes to the unheard
melody
or the better faking of
the truth,
a different set of eyes on yours
or just a peculiar way to stir
the coffee
or your brains.

We wait so much
for love,
the when love
comes, love
is not enough.

Neither are
we.