and so we move on
after learning how to love
and be love in return
but along the way
we realize that between
our pauses
are small vacuities
we need to fill up
only to lose our heart
forgetting who and what we are
the very selves that we are
until we have no one
and nowhere else to go
but where love is
counting each term and tide
that leaves a mark of age
on our breast and brow

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