There’s a novel called the Heart is a Lonely Hunter
A great title for a great novel.
I’ve decided that mine should be called
My Heart is an oblivious jaywalker,
Always stepping off the curb unaware
yet always surprised when hit by a truck.
This ongoing dilemma calls for some self-reflection
And a plan of action.
That would probably include a locked room
With a dark corner.
While the mantra “what were you thinking?”
Rolls over and over in my mind.
The empty place in my heart cries out
Again, and again and again to be filled
But without any rational hope of fulfillment
It must go on alone is the obvious answer