I never stop loving
the people I loved
even when they cease
loving me,
you don’t close a spigot
once its open,
the flow just goes
where it will
all you can do is flow with it,
suffering through the droughts
when they come,
drowning in the floods,
the unpredictable
nature
of it as varied as weather,
the need of it
outweighs
the burden you carry
when loves becomes
something other than
you presumed,
that soul you held
your heart out to
remains the same,
even in the varying
degrees of hot and
cold,
the on and off,
the rage she might
express in response,
love is love,
no matter what.
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