Tuesday, February 3, 2009

The hard part

Too many steps or not enough. Either way I can’t get there. Not from here. It’s not what’s absent that makes the wolves howl at the hole in my heart. It’s not what’s missing or lost. It’s what gets left behind. It’s what never goes away.

The problem is that I’m always so ready to lose. Always prepared for that screeching halt, for the sound of breaking glass. Always so unprepared to win, whatever the prize might be, that I nearly trip right over it.

So sure I have nothing to share, nothing to give. Just plenty to sacrifice. It's easy to find someone to love. The hard part is in finding someone who can love you back.

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