Could emotional concern,
****** fulfilment, even
the most avid love,
possibly thwart all
those troubles, render them
at worse insignificant,
and at the best fictitious?
Or would there be, after
a while, the first schism
having passed, resentment,
unhappiness, discontent, disillusion?
Lying there, staring
into the darkness, she found
no comfort in the answers
that came to her.