I was reaching for the exit.

All those fears had gripped the mind.

When a voice appeared by text-it.

Said, ‘Good love is hard to find.’

I’m not gripped by pain or sorrow.

Could complain about my share.

Just envisioned for tomorrow.

Without your face and smile there.

I’m just counting all those blessings.

Amidst all those yesteryears.

I stopped looking. No more guessings.

Let it ride. You have no peers.

There is a moral to the story.

In a world more void of love.

Hit the road and row your dory.

Keep it real. Push comes to shove.