Love

Love, like,
The air between my fingers,
Passes through my life
Unnoticed...unrepressed...
I know the scent.
I fathom its essence.
I close my fist
And try to lock,
That familiar longing;
That unknown restlessness,
That wrenches my heart.
But, it passes through,
Like a menacing angel.
And all that remains is,
The memory,
Of the familiarity;
The fragments,
Of a broken heart;
And a struggling soul,
That trudges along.