in the scheme
of things
there is nothing wrong
with wanting to be loved
but no one does
yet everyone feels the same
suddenly doing the dishes
isn’t so lonely any more
finding
taking the trash out
not a chore
in the back of the mind
a choir sings
some repetitive song
hallelujah
the heart bends
hallelujah
the heart bleeds
hallelujah
the heart breaks
hallelujah
love is not a victory march
it is the battle
waged upon ourselves
seeking
searching
scouring
when all along
it is there
hallelujah