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Meditation on Love


holds hands with loss

and yet

for some reason

we return to love

we reach for it

time and time again

we sign the contract

take the oath

whisper those three words to strangers

we lean in

while knowing fully that loving someone

puts the heart in a precarious position

life is temporary

loss is inevitable

what makes us whole

can break us into a million pieces

but we know that from the start

we see it

we dread it

we accept it

then choose to love anyway


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