I wouldn't mind
Wading through cigarette stubs
pretentious poetry
flitting from one heart
to the next
searching
searching
a little desperate
summer afternoon tears
and midnight claustrophobia
the dreaded l word
and all that it means
and mostly doesn't
all the cliches,
all the highs
and the devastating
lows-

if it means, in the
end,
that
I find you.