love as I know it

What would,

‘I told you so…’

matter to an…unkind day?

What if with the ordinary….

‘I cannot write you a love song…’

became truth…

by virtue of…wrong words getting in the way?

 

Down all the ill traveled roads.

Slippery slopes.

Suitcases overstuffed with piles of life.

Normalized days with irregular sized strife.

 

Common cold moments when I talk about things you don’t understand.

Pretty days with rainbows and flowers…

An excess that does not fill up our everyday hours.

 

The terms of our endearment were not made for pageantry nor glory.

It is the beginnings, making up the ends…of our whole love story.

sober

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