Posts Tagged ‘growing old’

Now I know
things change.
It didn’t used

to be that way.
I used to know
I would love you

forever and you
would love me
forever, too.

And love
was a perfect
and shining thing,

like a sun, like
a full moon, like
a diamond rung

in platinum.
I thought we could build
a perfect house

with a perfect yard
and a perfect happiness
inside. I used

to believe in
a perfect fit,
and now I know,

like absolute zero,
it’s a useful concept
that doesn’t exist.

But that doesn’t mean
there is no love.
Nor does it mean

there is not forever.
Things change.
I know this.

Like us.
Like love.
Like never.

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