Love is Hard.

Minimalist. This is what I am at the deepest level.

Craving one person, one heart, one light.

Existing with and for many splits my soul

Into three vertical parts that I will never get back.

They fly away into an existence I never dreamed up.

I am old, living in the new.

I am black, white and sepia living in brash neon.

Patiently, though, I wait for a fulfiller,

Not a completer. A co-worshipper.

A summer day to a spring night.

A science to a zodiac.