Life

Loving someone is

The hardest thing

To do but

When you love

You live and

The rest of

The time you

Are simply dying

WeCallLove

I have finally

Learned that my

Heart never breaks

Like a movie

Or train ticket

It is punched

Over and over

And over again

Now full of

Holes incapable of

Containing anything it’s

Become a sieve

From which my

Light now shines

Attracting even more

Funny this thing

We call love

AfterBefore

This morning’s sky

Has cleared like

That upturned look

And sweet slight

Smile through tears

After we knew

We must part

As we sat

Sitting and breaking

And saying nothing

Because post truth

Nothing else is

Really ever heard

At least not

In the same

Way as before

Clandestine

The hardest love

To have is

The secret love

Oblivious to others

Obvious to us

Even in public

No one knows

Our clandestine affair

Not for shame

We simply are

Two love visionaries

Too far ahead

Of everyone else

To ever be

One of them

WorstPart

The worst part

In life is

Realizing in life

Those that love

You know better

Than you but

Let you hang

Yourself simply because

They love you

That is a

Tremendous gift this

Turning a blind

Eye to your

Own personal destruction