she says i am her heart
incarnate.
recently, i told her
she was forgiven before she done it.
we go back and forth
infinitely refinding forever
or the patience required
to get through these days
or over them
long distance a grind worse than any type of illegal hustle
the product you push isnt in your hands
transactions are scarce, hard to plan
but never bland
time stops in between the moments im not with her
everyday life is an annoyance
mosquito bites, fruit flies, little siblings
the tinniest itch that needs to be scratched before i can renegotiate my attention to the girth of her frame.
my breath the very sound of her name.
i say she is my heart, incarnate.
recently, she told me
i was forgiven before i done it.
thats love
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