Ladies and gentlemen,
We may have a problem.
It’s a disease, no, an epidemic
And for all its creeping in the daylight,
I’m surprised we haven’t noticed it just yet.
It started with him and with her and with me and with you,
With our hearts filled to the brim with love, and the desire to find someone worthy to love.
For some reason,
As if by keeping it within of us our insides would rot,
We search the globe for that one person to share ourselves with.
And then it starts.
We regurgitate the words, our emotions latched on for the ride,
And we trade as if it were the most fashionable currency
Hoping, I think, that generosity should somehow yield reciprocity
But ‘an eye for an eye’ only works in war.
In love, we more likely say ‘here I am, take me’
Before we know what’s good for us
And in the end, we will have our hearts handed back to us,
Like a return package with its wrapping damp from the rain,
Along with the statement:
“I am sorry, I cannot have you.
You cannot expect me to.”