Gulls screech,

like dinosaurs:

 

4 am, no sleep

sky hung with

 

grey wisps.

It rains.

 

We spoke

again today

 

far away,

so near

 

it hurts.

 

Love stings

resurrected

 

unearthed

like Lazarus

 

it lives.

 

I pushed

you obliged

 

now here

we are

 

no stardust

in our eyes

 

still unsure

of how to live

 

this

‘love thing’.

 

 

 

 

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