Unfinished

I must be a Nothing before love

a Nothing, for love

To love, I was broken

and yet again, broken

For, if love was just a feeling for me,

No mortal would ever have satisfied me.

And my search for safer spaces would never have ended.

Love and life are so entwined

that, I still remain breakable,
until I no longer can be.

The work is far from finished.