love

we are refined
smooth around the edges
with fewer expectations
and a clarity that both comforts and disappoints

we look at the painted faces in the photo
limbs clumsy inlove
broken promises wet on our lips
cheeks flushed; drunk off the sweetness of our youth

we look at the reflection
eyes that use to seek acceptance
now dissect cellophane idols and ancestral illusions

we used to grasp desperately for a hand to hold
but somewhere between happily-ever-after & yesterday
sleeping alone became a gift
Rejection a patient teacher
and Time; an honest companion

the lines have blurred
and after past lifetimes of doing it for the wrong reasons
we can finally do it for the right one.

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