a private entrance

( for the future “I Love You”  )

this land has lost its

jubilant appearance

but I am clearing the filth

the dried blood of old lovers

the scattered words of

broken promises

the shit-taste of past kisses

these boots are unclean

and wet with forgotten tears

that linger still in puddles

because there never was a

sun that entered to

dry them away

my voice... no, my scream still

echoes here in violent fuck it,

fuck you and fuck everything ‘s,

  I still feel the wanted revenge

  I still see the walking away

  I never went numb or blind

  I just moved around and then

moved on

now years upon years and

years later

  after the prolonged silence

  of a word that’s been

  cursed at

  spit upon

  and intentionally ignored

I have returned here to

clear a path

to build a private entrance

into my heart

for the one who has brought

that word back to life

dare I say, that word is

alive again

and deserves celebration

and a home most suited

to its vibrant life

dare I say anything

but that exact word

held so sacred

in time, yes indeed

I do dare say it

in time

there will be

an I Love You 

again

(Looking For Love 2 by Jim Warren, michaelgodardartgallery.com)