Monday, December 25, 2017

Maybe

Should we drift apart
whether it be geography, circumstance,
or words unintentionally unkind
that separate our souls

remember in the quiet
that once there was a woman
who loved you in her imperfect way
unrestricted, unpolluted, unremitting

remember in the dark
that once there was a woman
who loved you with passion quite profound
given free without expectation of return

remember in the cold
that once there was a woman
who loved you exactly as you are
and who, maybe, loves you still

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