How Again! dearheart

You know dearheart, I am coping, now.
Blue jean jacket, brought from mountain;
Getting back to a place, erasing scow (l).
Pain/hurts, finally some way to contain.


Still unable to put my heart to the plow.
Realizing again finally that I am plain.
Lost the same 20 pounds, not a sow.
Doses of reality hope a simile to sane.




Rejected? I live a very strange existence.
Your cargo baggy shorts, some hats, baths.
Healers with much assurance, persistence
come to my aid: look to alter my very paths.


Anxiety, calms learning a new sentence.
After glimpsing you, I'm "looking good" today,
they say. Stare at them thinking a pretense.
Could it be? Are you back together, they say.




Your clothes are like a hug when I'm lonely.
Fearing now, entering a one; way new life.
Your emails show far too many new & oddly,
?able conquests; dearheart returned to old strife.


You seem addicted to the dating internet serial gals.
All too much to develop any new trust.
Fear of all your new sexual internet pals.
For you some will be lucky, mostly lust.




Preparing my path, healers all inquired:
what do you want back, dearheart anyway.
Say, why can they not see why your desired?
At least by me? Obviously some flung sway.


dearheart, I am soothed in your clothing; acquired.
Confused? Not really a resounding motion.
Sitting in rhymes, dreaming of our love: paired.
Seeking focus. As I wait near the ocean.