What’s it like for the light
That lives inside every 500th rain
Of the store drain of your mind
Falling to periodically feed
The soil that will some day
Temporarily turn alleys into
Dress up depression
Offer inefficient lubricant
It shatters and spills
To lurch out
I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone.
Love seeps through to fight for more.
It melts the ice around a soul.
The cracks are filled
And once again the heart is whole.