Saturday, September 27, 2008

Real?

I don't know how to tell
If a person is real or
Playing with me.
At this old, advanced age,
It seems like I should be
able to read people better.

Loneliness is like wearing sunglasses at night
it distorts what is in front of a person.
I just (it seems so simple to me) want
to be loved and to have a person to love.

But Trust is elusive.
Like a lightning bug,
it flickers and flits away
I have my jar,
Holes in the lid,
ready to catch it
and keep it close and alive,
But my jar remains empty.
There is no Trust
Flickering near me.