Alone. Cold. Afraid. I see
her face and I run to her
open arms, only to pass right
through, as if she wasn’t really
there.

Saddened, I turn seeing another of her
many faces. Love, that relentless
pursuit of happiness, comes in all
forms. But why is she so
elusive for me?

I turn again. There is another
face. But this time I hold
back. I wait for her to come
to me. And when she finally does I turn.
And laugh.

I have beaten Love. No longer
does she control my life. No
longer am I in her icy grip. But
is the price I paid for this power
worth it?

No, it isn’t.