Sunday, June 13, 2010

it is what it is

she asks for love
poems
as
if
they
ooze out of me like
lyrics in an acoustic
set at some
dark coffee house

but I don't play
guitar any more
and
I hate chai

but I will say this
you're as important today
as you were when we met

and my love for you and everything
you are
you do
you live for
only grows exponentially

it will continue to do so
until the universe recognizes
us

and finally concedes that we will not

end

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