Just Another Poet

And so, we wander, meandering souls, in search of the comfort that another heart brings.

Sustaining the thought that another rejection, will not fracture the belief that we hold to ourselves.

To alliterate our dreams for others to ponder and make public those scenes we never thought to display.

The sharing of belief, in the hope that we find, the contentment that so far has sought to evade.   

Why do I Place my heart on display and how is it right to swipe past the images of others who face the same fight.

Is it brave to meet, a smile with a smile, spend a few minutes in the presence of another.

When passing through the lives, that are displayed on my screen, it does not make sense when I could stop and meet images for real.

I have never believed that there is just the one, I fear there are loves passing happiness bye.         

For most of my years, I have now been able to see, that I lived a perfection in life’s basic simplicity.

Is it greed to want more than I currently possess.

The second to my half that makes my life whole.