Love is patient.
Love is kind.
Love is like a welcomed flood during a season of drought,
where doors are thrown out wide and windows flung open,
On the 30th of May I look into a mirror and
see a reflection of my future self staring back
I am afraid
Afraid of what might change and
What might not
a brightened screen
a resounding chime
a quickening pulse
an anxious swipe.
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Humans.
I do not comprehend their innate love for
Crumbled sandcastles
and the damp clumps- Crimson-
That wedge themselves between toes and up under toenails;