And I Will See That It Is True

"You will not know true love till you love you," a man says as I wait for my ride.

I do not say a word for I know this is the last time.

When the taxi goes away, the pink sky is kind.

I lean my head back as far as I can to take it all in.

Who ever knew that love over self was a sin?

But I ask this too much.

I hold my dog as if she can heal me.

I hold her paw and cry into the void.

So we move away to be free.

Ally upon ally file into my life.

I tell them of my pain.

Some of them care,

some of them stay.

I go out when it is dark

to sway to a love song I do not get.

I make nice with a few city men.

But they do not help.

I fear that a part of me has died,

but I hope that time will heal it.

I hope that one day I will find

that I am not in dire need or want

to be held.

It will take time, but I will be okay.

I will be bold and free.

And then you will show up.

You will care for my soul

more than my body.

And I will get that love song.

And I will see that it is true:

I love me. Now I can love you.