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Strange Conversations



In the darkest night

I remember

There you were, squatting

On the pavement

Staring at the sky

Staring away your bad day

"Why is it hard"

You say (as if to the black of the night)

"to tell the one you love the most, how much you love them?"

I'm dumbstruck

Love? What is that?

I ask myself, but then

I say it out loud

"What's love?"

You play with the crumpled leaves

"It's warmth on a cold day

Sleeping in the same room but opposite directions the next

It's snorting galaxies because you're so unafraid and strong

Kneeling with your sanity offered at someone's feet later

It's haste and speed

As slow as time too

It's everything, it's nothing, it's flowing, glowing, growing"

You cough

And I stare at you

And wander away, because you're strange

And this was a strange conversation

"Love" I scoff

As I look for a home that night

Alone

Afraid

Awake

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