Love Poem of an Older Bachelor

I’ve given up on intimacy
I’ve given up on she being into me
on me being into her
where we blur
cold ice cube heart
never melts in the desert
of endless empty aloneness
thirst forgotten
because I have to be not human
to continue to live
this curse
is an illusion
because
under the mountain
is a river
flowing with love
and renewal
cutting through
the bitter certainty
that it’s all over
life breathing
feeling
connection
every second
I log out of the bad dream
and return
so close
yet so far
yet so close.
Closer.