Nonsense?

At the intersection

Of Comfort and Discomfort

Where Denial

Hid my Perspective

In his back pocket

I listened with an open mind

Only to find

The words couldn't penetrate

My closed heart

So I queried the stagnant air

How can I get back

To the time when love flowed?

The air closed in around me

And I took a deep breath

And noticed how the air moved

And I realized

It is I

Who creates the flow

So I became a pickpocket

And stole back my Perspective

And I cried for a moment

Over my lost love

And then opened my heart

So that it may find its way home