Nothing in this life lasts long.
Friendship you realize is the same:
It changes from weak to strong,
Then back to forgetting your name.
There are duplicitous games,
Played amongst its rules;
Reason and logic it often tames
And makes all complete fools.
When you return to me
After a hard day’s work:
After five hundred and forty minutes
Of standing with strangers,
Talking and trying to make a sale
To people who know nothing
Of how strongly you love;
After sitting through spare minutes
Of thinking of what I could be doing
At that very moment,
Missing me,
After working (hard)
At what makes me proud of you –
When it’s not necessary at all;
After loving me,
Through those five hundred and forty minutes,
You come back to me –
To tell me you love me,
I cannot help but want
To hold your hand
In mine
And never let go.
I cannot help but love,
Love you forever.
1:00pm
1st May.
The crowded room and eyes that abound
Some locking, some moving on,
Some turning back, after seeming to move around,
Then the music plays, the dance is on.
The lights flash and everything throbs.
The breath. The hearts. The blood.
Emotions frothing while passion bobs
Up. Up amidst the sweat heated flood.
Hands brush a sculpted body ahead,
The eyes, those eyes, turn;
An invitation to a far-off bed,
While here bodies burn.
The music vibrates ‘round the borrowed room
And consumes the frenzied mass;
It’s almost a densely packed womb
Where energy astounds but seldom lasts.
A vivid range of humanity,
Each heart fighting his own fight;
A valiant war against eventuality
Ultimately done to find Mr. Right.
Hearts Still Care 
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