I’ve pined & mined for shapeless love
Looked all high & low.
It’s not the sort of love you seek, though.
It is the kind that grows.
The way words weep when a world is washed away
No replacement for that certain time & place.
Remorse has no spot at this table it seems.
Time’s best spent doing other things.
I’ve signed & mind on shapeless love
but, I think it’s a waste of time.
Love’s nothing to be too frivolous of.
But, it may be better when you’re blind.