It’s a Job

Any relationship I’ve ever engaged in
Any ongoing encounter of the heart
no matter how ferociously charged in the beginning
always winds down pale and strained, bankrupt
A spent situation indeed
This is not a confession of failed attempts
Not a testament to what a bitch I must be
or declaration of self-pity
Only an observed fact
And no matter how much it saddens me
to feel the sweetness run out of our years together
I’ve never stopped trying to reach out to you
on some essential plateau of spirit
It is my personal duty, in fact
to never give up on love in love’s purest form
To locate any surviving strand of goodness
and expand upon it with the kindness
which has been given me
This is my lot in life
It doesn’t pay much
and leaves me spent at days end
but the benefits are out of this world

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About Unsungpoet

Life-long poet, numerologist, author of other previously unpublished works :)
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2 Responses to It’s a Job

  1. No one should ever give up on pure love. It’s one of the few things left in the world that make us human and connects us to each other. Very creative incorporating “the job” of trying to search for love. Sure it’s a job that doesn’t “pay much” but you’re right about the “benefits being out of this world”. One question though: why did you put up pictures of cars with this poem?

    • unsungpoet says:

      Thank you…The cars signify, I guess, people going to their jobs, or just coming and going, period! Also, the drivers: one is a very dear friend, and one is my dad as a little boy.

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