Still love. Like it is there. Like it is your last. Like it is never an option. Like suffering is a big blessing. Like love is a always a distant memory. Like it is a spirit bearing our empty hands. Like it is a chance given to us down here. Like it is a mask, taped onto our skin. Like it is our skeletal foundation. Like it is our clothed flesh. Like it is our tears. Like it is hope. Like a smile. Love still.