Gestures Filling Memory

Wanting to give love freely from my soul to another, instead wandering the planet without romance. Holding nothing inside, finding no hope, trailing along like a puppy dog begging for a bone from another human being. Silently calculating what it might take to bring me face to face with a miracle through a lifetime of faith, having held onto for all this time. Gestures filling memory with images of yesterday, taking me into darkened corners where people would disown the feelings that I had for them. Sending me out into the stormy night without even an umbrella to protect myself. Seriously thinking of an ending to all this unserviceable emotion and feeling, wanting to hibernate in a cave and never again seek the light of day.