After his wife died
and their love was over,
he wondered if love was
just for procreation and
nothing more.
He wondered if all
his years of committed love
had meant nothing
in the greater scheme of life.
That the purpose of his love
was merely producing children
to populate the planet
with more humans
for unknown and maybe
pointless purposes
if humans nuked themselves
out of existence.
He sighed and got drunk
for the first time in his life
and wondered if
he’d ever love again
in this life or the next
if there was a next.
Bob Boyd