For years I’ve searched

For an isolated special sort of someone

To share with my soul.

Door after door shut

Each hall closed abrupt

Every path corrupt.

No love was ever enough.

Every poem written for something or someone lost

Every song shared for a bond without hold

Every thought spread to an ear turned

Every eager idea distorted, dismissed and used against

Fallen flat, entire points missed.

If I expect any to last

It’s about time I share with the class.