love how?

How can we support the unbearable? How?
How can we import the surreal? How?
War? How?
How? Everything, how?
Now, how?

Love told me another day he was feeling lonely…
I told him, Love! You big looser, get over it!
I don’t think he liked at all.

Love? How?
Wow, love! How?

I asked slowly:
Love?
Are you in?
Or are you out?

But love was to quite to reply!
Love?! I say, shaking his head
Where have you been these past minute?

So love looks at me and smiles…

Yeh love, you are an idiot that I like