Essence

It is okay to feel in memory,
Love does not always manifest itself at our whim,
And we do not always forget the ones we were sure of,
One can only suppose that it is hit or miss,
The women that have previously come into my life,
They are no longer in my presence,
Many times I was sure of a sure thing,
But nothing is absolutely certain except for what we feel,
It is okay to feel,
Though we move on to other endeavors and other schemes,
The essence that we carry with us from the ones no longer here
remain always secured in the chambers of our beating hearts,
We never really get over them,
However stronger the emotions become for another present,
The past must always be stored in the banks of our recollection,
We simply move on to other endeavors and other schemes,
Hiding our feelings and thoughts,
Socially conditioned to be insensitive,
Not wanting to be embarrassed by treacherous truth,
It is absurd to think what is socially unacceptable,
It is okay to want,
To be wanted and have our feelings reciprocated,
We cannot take ourselves seriously when we honestly think it is a
crime to feel what is natural,
It is impossible to go through life without a void in our souls when
there is nobody there to fill it,
Love is not a dirty word,
It is a game that has dirty players,
Its participants are mostly unwilling,
Yet we find the brief moments when a kind heart will
take in a stray,
These are the moments for which we live and anticipate with uncertainty,
The women that are currently in my life,
I know I find special places for them,
To each their own compartment in my essence,
I will carry them with me same as I carry those that have come before,
Perhaps I will soon find one who will reciprocate,
Or it could be that I will give into the efforts of one to whom I am blind,
For love does not conquer all,
It only conquers the living.