starts from somewhere inside
you, & it rushes outward
to a figure beside
you, and it feels
unbelievable how big
it is, how destined
to fail, how singular
in its rush
to this figure at this
landscape, the landscape
of your life. look how
sturdy it seems, when all
the love rushes to him.
your leaves are all
angled his way, you
grow when he shines.
when this big love is stoppered
at it's drain, it feels like a fuckin
punch in the gut, a sudden violence
to your life, its mountains, its fabric
yards, its minute hands turning
onwards, your empty bed, you.
the bigger the love the
bigger the hurt, the
simplest math you have known.
but look here, when there's no one
to have your big love - look how
full you still are, how it pours
out anyway, how there's
hundreds of smaller
loves you often forget,
your landscape still glowing
with this clarity of love, a rainbow
in your potted plant, a pretty boy
who sings to you, a friend who
always calls. look, this light
upon your face, this endless
light upon your walls.
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