But No Answer.

I bury love deep,

under mounds of circumstances

and then call it out loud.

But no answer.

 

 

I prestidigitate love,

from thin air in infinite moments

and then try to remember.

But no memory.

 

 

I met love a few times

on an endless road with vast distance

and then walked ahead in sunshine.

But no shadow.

 

 

I held love in my hands,

looked straight through, deep inside

and then sought my loss.

But no regrets.