Where I Am Not

Take in what you still have

for you too may find no joy in rhyme nor reason

when you realize, tangled in between the sheets

with strangers to ice the isolated sting,

that love isn’t found in restaurants and dates

or the expected “i love you”'s spoken out of turn

its found in the last goodbye.

the pointless fights and blind submissions,

in the wrong one.

the one that you let walk away.

love is found, where i am not.