How much longer will your love linger around?
Your love is as perennial as the grass,
yet I lose it in every in every autumn,
to this insatiable nostalgia of what once was.  
You have become the shadow of love lost,
of lost love and the hope of love found.

Though of love I know not,
I have loved you since our eyes first locked.

This is not a poem of love or a love poem.
These are words, my heart wants to get out.

But be in peace, for I have made peace
with the tautology of you, of us, of love lost…
when we first locked eyes.

LeydisProse
8/15/2016
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