the way love speaks to me

There’s a girl behind the counter
at the local drugstore,
working a job she wants to despise.
But at least there’s love
to keep her warm at night.

And another,
in a bookstore,
desperate to get lost in the stacks.
The lessons she carried
took what little feeling she had left.

The computer geek has everything
she thought she’d ever need,
but for her
there is always something missing.

Somewhere else, there’s a woman
holding fast to a love
already waiting to leave.
She believes she has to stay,
but doesn’t know what she really needs.

There’s another
who tries to serve others
but has lost the ability to believe.
I will tell you:
This one is me.

But it doesn’t matter
what love looks like.
It is all the same
when love is lost
or pieced together again.
Broken hearts
do not mend without a scar.