Life Called Love

I thought we could be something,

you know?

Something new,

shined and polished.

I thought we could be something --

you know, something --

Fitted into two halves

so we could round up

to make a whole.

Something well planned,

thought out,

cleaned and sanitized.

I thought we could be like

neat little words,

all stacked up on paper

in perfect, parallel rows --

We could wash our hands

of the ink and paint

and all of the

smudges of soot

that make up this

Life

called

Love.

I thought wrong.