Living Again — A poem
A poem on loving as if for the first time
Never was one for the in-between,
a child born only for the extremes.
To witness all of time in the form of a second
or the form of eternity.
No such thing for me as an hour or a day.
Weeks, months, and years
have always been nonexistent,
and in the same way is how I love.
To be in it all at once or not at all.
To be flooded by joy
and feel my…