Give In

You won't find love
in the solstice of summer,
even when the sun shines
late into the evening.

You won't find love
at the grocery store,
in the bread aisle
searching for the tag
with the furthest expiration.

You won't find love
on the bus waiting
for your stop
with your headphones on.

You won't find love
at the bar after midnight,
when it's last call
and you've only got change
left for a cab home.

You won't find love
inside a screen where the backspace
key is king and three dots
mean they're thinking
of a way to keep from being green.

You won't find love
in the forest or the lake,
not until you come to terms
with the fact that every path
you've chosen has led you
to take the leap.