I wish I could
find the crack
where love keeps
slipping out
and stop the constant
chase
to bring it back.
I suspect it lies
somewhere between
my ribs -
for that is the only cage
I have to keep
a heart.
I really love this, the melancholy of the imagery of having to keep chasing after love and bringing it back, reminded me of Sisyphus. Beautifully written as always.
