Dark Eyes

Who wins in love affairs? My dear, no one. Bodies are strewn everywhere, before, during and after. Someone is always targeted by the moving end of the barrel. We trade positions, hand off the gun, aim and shoot. But that’s not the worst of it. The true dilemma festers inside each of us, the doubts, the jealousies, the ramblings to ourselves when driving. Let’s be frank. Three’s an odd number impossible to balance for any length of time.