I wish we could only love the worthy but the tragedy is we are more inclined to go for the mysterious and the scarce. This poem is a comment or rather lament on that state of existance.
I love you every day
Even if you are never there
And when doing so I must conclude
that my life's comfortable enough
that I can think of you and your love
and carry on missing you when you are never there
without giving up or giving in to dispair
or being cynical for that matter
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