Love hides in the creases of anger and resentment,
as it clutches on to the illusion of its non-existence,
effacing and then redrawing the pain that it reluctantly mirrors,
in a self-defeating loop of fire and fuel.
I was willing to look at my own reflection,
but got lost in the self-image of past lovers and traitors,
unaware that I had allowed them to become a shadow of sorts
dragging me down the path of most resistance.
No, I did not know that love was hiding in all those places and faces
that I thought I had left behind.
But love hides everywhere.
Behind the grin of a sarcastic remark
and the sound of a fake laughter,
there is love pointing the way toward integrity
It also finds its way down under,
well inside your thoughts and judgments,
between the lines of the things you say,
the things you loathe,
and the things you condemn.