Better Than Nothing Love

THE B.T.N. (BETTER THAN NOTHING) LOVE If I had faced then the lonely hall, The black entrance into my own absence If I had not lifted the phone to call Each acquaintance, would I be so tense But my urge to love and live is so immense These cradling arms of plastic only stale And I am ridiculous and intense And all rejection like a ragman’s bale With waves of pain beating on the wall Crying to someone, somewhere, to speak sense - My questionable right to love you all Somehow in absence, seems that more intense, Yet can be measured in this dying squall, As I am waiting for your questioning call.