Friday, March 7, 2025

poem

 The Seeking

We seek a lover 

So our lives

Coincide with another


We can’t coincide with ourselves 

That’s the way of sociopaths and suicides


The true way is a softer path

No one can help falling into 

Once they find their footing


When I tell you I love you

This is what I mean


Everything I say in here

Echoes right back at me 

But in the sound of your voice 


You start to forget who spoke

And who is just listening


One thing everyone discovers

Is the absence of difference 

Between loved and lover 


When you tell me you love me

This is what you mean


3/7/25

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