Foolish Hearts

To this day I am still waiting. I chose to stay. And for you, a poem, I’m dedicating. I’ve seen the movies. Where love lasts across the seas. Where love thrives. Even as one dies. “She wanted me for my money.” said my dad. “Of which you have none, honey.” said my mom. To this day I am still waiting. To live love in this way. My foolish heart, I am hating. Times are different now. Yet you and I are the same. Our foolish hearts to blame. But fools? Are we really? To want to agree fundamentally? To both gaze at the sky, and never say good-bye? To this day I am still waiting. And here I lay, Stargazing, with my foolish heart. Living.