Residual Effect
Love, the grand experiment in the universe searching for itself
A paradox that is so very familiar, yet inexorably fleeting
What is love?
Poets have mused for ages as to the essence
To live without and never knowing love, a love…is bland
Taste of love was sweet, ripped from being by familial moving
Never a chance to try again, as up high was brought low
A shell of the former, rebuilding life, different, alone
None to share, to care, to take chance with
Fear reigns in those apart, scared of the unknown, the unfamiliar
The broke but not broken man
Living life, loving life, still, the pallid scar remains
Hitchhiker 