Merely Vague Loners Poem by Uriah Hamilton

You noticed me weeping once
on a deserted winter street
as you were driving by
in pursuit of a new destiny,
but you kindly picked me up
like a broken antique
and dusted me off
before you made your escape.

I happen to be fond of flattery,
it's the closest I've come to love
and I've been even miles further away.

I can only guess,
some human beings
are fearful of devotion,
distrustful of emotion;
it's understood, sweetheart,
we're twins in this dilemma.

Neither of us
were utterly hostile,
merely vague loners
unable to smile.

One day,
I'll learn to be grateful
before candles
in the votive night
for friendships
renewed and sustained.