Wednesday, February 14, 2018

frolic

love like an unmade bed
like the moment when
you're just about to sneeze
like a garbage bag full
of coffee grounds and hope
or a favorite shirt now
fraying at the sleeves
like the sigh of your partner
right before they snore
or the feeling as you frolic
on a bright and sunny shore
or the aching when
you hear the lock
their last time out the door
love that's like a pinpoint
love like an abyss
love's like everything there is
but I never knew
it was like this

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