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I don't really like my poem, but people are going to read it soon when we do "Musical Chairs", so I might as well put it on here.


LOVE:
We were on your porch.
The smoke sank into our skin.
Eyes watering,
The moon like fire,
Heating our faces.
Looking into the night,
Dark as ashes,
Ashes from our hearts.
Grieve holding us under,
Mourning from past days.
It all seems so unimaginable,
But yet all so real.
As the sun rises,
And the stars disappear,
We know it’s all the same.
Another day, another hour,
Of being lost and alone,
And being without the one you love.