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

But in truth that is not the case.