Where can I find love?
While sitting indoors,
Behind closed doors,
Staring at a screen,
And everything that happens in between.
The stolen glances,
At a foggy mirror,
The disheveled hair,
And stained pajamas,
Pasty sallow cheeks,
And sunken eyes.
Who can love this?
With a heavy heart,
I fall to my knees,
Hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
“I still love you,”
Says a tiny voice.
It gets louder and louder,
“I STILL LOVE YOU,” it insists,
As I sob and wail on the bathroom floor.
“Love will find you while you sit indoors,
Behind closed doors,
Staring at a screen.
It will smooth the disheveled hair,
Embrace the stained pajamas,
Kiss those pasty sallow cheeks,
And gaze into those sunken eyes,
And as a tear comes tumbling down your cheek,
It will whisper “I STILL love you.”
Punctuate Life 