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love is a choice



I realized the other day

I could live without you

and it felt

unbearable

to realize

how healthy

we’ve become.


My umbrella –

if I couldn’t find you

I would get wet,


rain tears streaming

between breasts heaving.


I would ache to

tell you about it,

my sweet umbrella,

oh how I would ache.

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