I can’t imagine looking you in the face

and saying, I have never loved this man.

I know the lines on your face,

the height of your breath,

the way your mouth moves.

You could never be a stranger to me,

will always feel like coming to some

type of home— vacant, dusty, forgotten.

this is the way of time.

I can’t believe I loved you enough to let you go

but this ghost has flesh now

and we have all come so far into ourselves

it’s hard to remember a time we weren’t.

So, that’s life. We have our sea legs now

and listen to our mother when she says

we will love again.

I will love again.


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