Is the love of one
enough for the love
of another? I am not certain-
yet this love
follows me close
huddled in little corners
where angst and sharing
are ever so comfortable.
The dust sets in
the forgotten crevices
of human flesh
that sat around
waiting for the grand
non-occurance.
But it lived in my head:
this love.
So I held it close
which was
good enough.
MARINA GIPPS
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