Love

Love can be so sacred,

So fresh,

Yet spoiled so easily.

It's there.

You have it within your reach.

You think you can grab it,

But don't blink!

It'll slip away.

It'll disappear before your eyes

As if it never was.

You'll be left lonely,

& Confused,

& Angry,

Wondering why it touched your life so briefly

And then left you to wither away.