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Feb 2018
love
aghast
at its own
separation


curds from
whey
drifting
up into
unshapely
neglected
kernels


drifting up to
a wide distance
in their broth
of once-
togetherness


weeping
energy
like a
milky
wound


expectations
of gushing
romance
seep out
and down


sunk to the
bottom


to never
feel
alone


to never
feel
lost


to never
feel
grown
or
responsible
for it all


sunk right down
to the
bottom


buoyancy
independent
rising up


I take care
of my
self


alone
purposeless
drifter
bulbous
love nugget




© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
Real life love is not like fairy tale love. It does not absolve a person of their responsibilities, their cares, their troubles. It doesn't make it so that nothing bad ever happens. And it isn't often romantic.

Giddy-eyed passion inseparable is replaced by an ever-deepening friendship of two independent people. Love solves no problems. It only makes life richer and more complicated.
Adelaide Heathfield
Written by
Adelaide Heathfield  31/F/Peekskill, NY
(31/F/Peekskill, NY)   
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