dearest heart,

could you speak more clearly please?
it's one thing to fall in love with the ideal
it's another to fall in love with the idea
and altogether a different thing to be in love with a reality that doesn't fit in with urs.

how can you plod on chasing a dream that's not meant to be urs.
perhaps it could be..
someday..
one day.
it's always a hope ain't it?
always that 'what if' that carries us through the darkest hours and toughest trials
as if ignorance of a nagging truth is anything but.
are u blissful,
truly?


really,
in this day and age,
do poets still exist?



a rarity,
a rarity.