Standing outside, waiting for the door to open. A glance, a meeting of the eyes, the surprise of acknowledgement, the undoing of my soul.
She is everything good.
How many times will I lose this beloved?
Father.
Sister.
Lover.
I am the loss of love a thousand times. A child asks, when will I die?
This is who I am:
Tempest.
Violent longing.
Constant companion.
Finding my way, finding my life, finding my life as my way.
Spills
Pulls
Pours
Fills
Washes
Listen: our dignity and our chances are one. We were in love with change and the possibility enlightenment was real.
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