How?

How do I live with this?
This love that you insist remain
no more than just a fantasy,
blown across a distance
that I simply cannot cover anymore.

How do I live with this?
This reality that you presented me.
No promises, no plan,
but in the end, just pain -
because you’ve gone away again
without an explanation.

Yet I know deep in my heart,
and with everything I am,
that love is real,
and so must be just this -
so real that it is touching close,
a feel to be depended on.

And even more than this,
for love must be a presence
that is steady and surreal at once;
carried thus, all through and through
the heart of our existence.

So tell me love, I need to know,
and I cannot find the answer all alone.
How do I live with this?
This very sense of just a sometimes thing,
when all we are was meant to bring
love home...?

? Michaelette ?

3/19/2001
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Take me home...