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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