One true love I never thought I’d meet.
“Move on…” the psychic told me.
“We have many mates to our souls.
He was just one of them.”

Was he really? What color were his eyes?
I don’t recall, except for the way he felt
in my arms, and the warm glow I still feel.
Darling, I still feel you near.

I gave up long ago. I gave up
before he played his guitar.
Before he stopped at the sight of me.
Before he walked away.

Before she claimed him,
I gave up on love.

No such thing, I thought, when he tried
to say it, when I tried to say it,

when I said it in my heart and in my soul.
Lust! What is lust but longing for love?