By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 13 January 1999

Untitled

Today it was as if
My love had lost its power
to create
to change
to heal
The enfeebled words
Spoken in despair, in the
hope of striking that
flame within you
that they might burn that hopelessness
that utter desolation out
of your heart

I understand the meaning of failure
Wishing with all my heart
that my love is good enough
But knowing I cannot be THERE
to console
to comfort
to protect
What is it about this life 
that is so hard?
Is it circumstance?
Is it the futility of these words
or any words
or all my words?

To tell you I love you
never will be enough

12/30/98