What if love was us?

What's the point of keeping the porch light on if no one ever comes knocking?

So out the door I go to

Watch the people walking by

Ignoring my neon signs.

I grab the first

Good looking passerby and

Head on inside.

Made it to the living room,

Turned around, and she was gone.

I feel like a bad tattoo;

Cool when you got me but

Not so sweet once your friends

See me.

Now what to do?

Hidden for now

Until you get me removed.

And I can't stop thinking about

How the home that is my heart

Is still empty, and

I can't seem to fill it.

I might not remember what love is,

But that doesn't mean I can live without it.