The soulution is that: that burying oneself in the security of work
where life has its channels and its disappointments and sometimes
its pain too, but not the pain of love itself and defo not the pain of unrequited existence.
And the soulution maybe one day will be a love which will creep in one day one time one place one being one seeing one doing one surprising one daying you never soughting.
And maybe it won’t.