missing more than we make
because we can't take the time to connect with,

can't give any of your hard-earned
frightened of getting burned?

again?

solitude sits like wet lettuce on a Winter salad,
you'll tell yourself that it's hip
but you know in your heart that it's ****

but that meeting and greeting
completing the circuit,
can turn out to be **** too.

If you're lucky enough
or tough enough and
try hard enough
you'll be all right in the
end.