when i was young i knew love..... then i lost it left it on southbound train thinking it, he would relent, from the stubborn position he, it had talked himself, itself into, but that did not happen... i tried to find love, i waited for his return i asked for it at the lost and found window but nothing came of that
perhaps, i should not have been so adamant, so stubborn in my views...
perhaps, we both should of tried to understand the meaning of love... instead of insisting that love was a bargaining chip with which we would have the upperhand...
i lost a friend.... one with whom, i went through the machinations of making love....without understanding the creation of relationship....is more than the pressing of skin... left them on a south bound train.. my youthful arrogance.... and demands bound them to the seat... i never knew love... i did not understand...
i now stand often, on the platform of the station....and wonder....