Love Alone

By Roy Canivel

If only our love were
as persisting as loneliness,
it would always find us
even in a crowded room.

We then would not have
to cut our hands
apart
just to be together.

But love doesn’t even last
half as long
or at least it doesn’t always find us,
unlike loneliness,
at the end
of every day.

If only love was a little
like loneliness,
then maybe,
just maybe,
we would be happy.