Love in the End
I loved her, but when the night was over.
It was but a figment of my imagination.
A breath, a cough, a shrug.
I loved her, but every day I’m learning
her love was just a lie, not wanting to be lonely
Naught but tripe and useless fancy.
I loved her but the folly was mine only
Hope in people misplaced, a fancy of mine own
A dream to be truly loved
I love her but as a fellow human only
A love for everyone, regardless of their doings
A dream of love realized.
Hitchhiker 