Love is a funny fleeting thing
One moment you’re in it
Knee deep
You reek of it
And you think
“I’ll never be able to wash this off…”
But then one day it rains
Your vision clears
And you’ve been cleaned
There’s no hint of love now
Not a trace in the humid air
And you are left standing
Alone
In dewy eyed wonder
January 24, 2011 at 6:19 am
I have to disagree 🙂
I may be alone now, but there are so many hints left
January 24, 2011 at 8:27 pm
I can definitely appreciate your dissent on this one 🙂