Ramblings of a Constant Search

It’s hard to put to words.

But all around me I see love.

I see my friends in love.

My sister in love with her husband.

With two children,

My nephew and niece who I adore so much.

My father remarried in love.

My mother remarried in love.

My grandfather remarried in love.

My grandparents in love for decades upon decades.

All around I witness love,

Yet I cry every day.

I’ve said it before,

It’s hard to put to words.

To illustrate how much I ache.

My friends are in love.

Some are involved.

Some engaged.

Some married.

Some pregnant.

Some parents.

But I cry every day.

I listen to sad music.

I have tears that roll.

Constantly.

They never stop.

Because I am a man.

A man dying of a broken heart.

Because I am a man.

A man who wishes to be in love.

© 2004 David Greg Harth

04.10.07.23:31:52@296NYC