LOOSE LOVE / Poetry

Fade in
like dawn
out of the blue.

Say it isn’t true.
It isn’t true.

Say you like my style.
Like my style?

I don’t follow.
Don’t follow.

What do you want
from where you come?

What’s your condition?
The human condition
from where you come.

A name in the dark
out for a lark.
Wanting to make a name
with a wanton remark.
Getting it lit
For a little spark.

I don’t follow.
Don’t follow.

Yeah, I’ve been there,
unseen that.
Can’t wait to see your love
And not love you back.

See your love
to me seems like
just another hack.

So long
this can go
only so long.

It felt real
for a moment
you had me.

Now, it feels hollow.
You’ll never have me.
Now, I follow.

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