… but it was real. There’s a difference.
so time: it is a paradox –
for them: a shipless rudder —
he loved her and she loved him when
they didn’t hate each other
but now the love and hate are one
or neither – maybe both –
to shrink back into self can be
a proper sort of growth
they both moved on some time ago,
of course: the world still spins —
and endless love is over long
before it e’er begins
the he, the she, the hearts, the hands,
a summer on the lawn —
i know the past, it isn’t real:
it was, but that
is gone
To share is human:
I love this. š