Capitalize Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

There are
Certain things
That become easier to
Discuss
As life
Extends
It’s reach latching
Our tongues
And wagging them
In uneven and sorely rehearsed
Prose that
Feel strange offering a
Unique fear that
Strangles our intestines
Knotting and twisting
The logic that
Has refused these sorts of
Encounters time after time again
And a foul
Is the worst
When we leave
With out a word
After the fall
But a success
Is the greatest
When we leave
With out a word
Ready to experience
The distant departure
And enjoying the time
Until we discover
Our faults
That cause us
To find another
And twist and turn
And swear and curse
And promise and lie
And hate and love
Until our counter’s
Down falls
Are no worse
Nor better
Than our own.

Is that love?