significant. what is that? is it the way the wind chills your face on a cold autumn day?
or the love of another being you see daily?
i don't know,
whatever i might be,
wherever i might lay,
i'll never understand a meaning,
the meaning of love,
and the meaning of life,
the meaning that makes no sense.
to me,
love is a dream,
a dream you cannot catch,
goal never achieved,
by the widowed,
maybe by the meek,
by the bolder,
or the older,
but never will i get,
a chance to feel the weak,
a chance to feel the sway of a wave in the cold water of the ocean.
a sign i see,
that tells me i'll forget to love,
i'll forget who loved,
what i once was.
but what i've turned to,
a stone, a rock,
a bolder in the running stream of kindness.
i forgot.
