Heart Labor

Heart Labor


In the space between
passion's inferno
and comfortable familiarity

I lost her

Or at least misplaced 
my life mate

Absence happens

Love is never
a constant stream

It has it's
ebbs and flow

Love even runs dry at times

but you know
it's ALWAYS there

Probably? Maybe? 

In theory??

Somewhere beneath
layers of neglect

Time dilutes us all

causing lovers to forget

what brought them together

and the effort required

to maintain theoretical

forever love