The Heart That’s Looking
As I journey along the poorly laid path
from whoever the hell I’ve always been
to the person I continually
fall short of becoming,
I never stop looking for the heart
that’s looking for mine.
So far fate hasn’t fancied
an interest in facilitating
our intersection,
which is why I find
foolish hearts like mine
filled with a fascination
clinging to the false promise of
how things are gonna be next time,
if only if. . .
Like so many other
wayward romantics
I’ve learned through hard fought lessons
never to scatter what’s been lost
along the roadside of life
like discarded litter,
I cherish things
once held dear
because they hold
the magic I’ll need
to know I’ve found
the heart that’s looking for mine.
Poem by R.M. Dolin, November 18, 2025 Read Other Poems, Read Other Writing
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