I think of her
and how useless
love is
or it may just be
some battle in me
that can't stop longing
still living a dream
whatever it is
if someone could
take a broom
and sweep away
all the nonsense
the bad thoughts
til today
all the creeds
and misdeeds
all the needs
I betray
and whatever else
that fills my tired mind
there would
still be her
to comfort
I'd find


©2012 Lyn