Loving you is wishing I
were friends with your spouse;
that our kids were close
It’s knowing I wouldn’t make a move,
so long as we live, because
the knowing you is what
makes me happiest
Loving you is filtering in triplicate
Let them call me a cuck;
they don’t get the privilege
of being who your mind turns to
when the waves grow overwhelming
—that honor is mine,
so fuck what the entire rest of this universe
has to say about us
Loving you is joyously recognizing
that, even though the world is vast,
I let it stay small on your behalf
My wannabe Edgar Allen Shakespeare ass
only stands any chance of being appreciated
once I’m dead, and you
made that so much more than okay
Loving you is dying fearlessly,
for I’ve already failed the only skill-check
that I had any intention of ever counting
In the end, we glimpsed an eternity
(which still wasn’t enough time)
from across a heartless parade of chains
My life was lived fully for precisely
those handful of seconds
Loving you is moving forward
despite knowing the path ahead
does not contain you
Loving you is living out my days,
high on the fumes of whatever we were
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