Love

habitual 
he ponders his destiny 
oblivious 
to the maddening crowds 
tapping 
on the window 
as they walk by 
and as the wheel 
of his hamster like-existence 
comes to a screeching halt 
upon his fading breath 
he found himself 
complex 
as to what purpose 
the enormous haste 
of those 
who thrive upon 
the trivial pursuits 
layered between 
the haves and have-nots 
his thoughts 
hopelessly lost, 
swimming frantically 
among 
the sweet nectar 
of her delicate dreams 
where she 
waits 
with a patient smile 
as always 
for how long? 
he asks himself...

The Pet Shop