dailyprompt, Poems

The changed purpose


There are no purposes, as well as no idea

there are no reason, when I meet new people

There are no purposes to care for them so much

there are no reasons to keep a hope of care in return

There are no purposes to hold on to them

There are no reasons to not let them go away

The purpose is only to mend the broken

the reason is only to not find again someone like them

Then the purpose changes to be  back to myself

Reason turns out to be that they won’t find someone like me again