Someone to have and to hold;
We search for in the dark and cold,
Feeling around lost
Broken hearts and hopes the cost,
Bitter tears the drink to toast
Praying and hoping not the worst,
But still they come and go
Those that we loved while they didn't know,
Emptying our very souls
Like dying embers of ashes coals,
Because we don't know any better
Believing their words their every letter,
Anxious and desperate of their charm
For a little warmth; a little love; no harm,
Until it's a little too late; a little too far
We hope to seal ourselves in a little jar,
Place ourselves behind a concrete wall
Away from attachments; away from it all,
But the world is a lot bigger than us and them
So we mend and sew and hew and hem,
Our tattered hearts to wear again
For we want our love now; not then…
© okpoet