"love poem"
“love” poem
there is no sadder day
than the day one realizes
that the roses growing in their mind
have shriveled and died.
the warm, soft pink color
that had once occupied my thoughts
has turned to a titanium gray.
instead of swooning at the love I see,
I despise it.
instead of longing for a great romance,
i reject it
the joy i took in dreaming about love
has gone away
and im not sure when
or if
it will be back
but,
until then,
i will think of love,
as one would an old friend
because at one point,
i had it
-zc
