If we loved things in the moment the way
\nwe do in retrospect, no poems would ever
\nbe written. No love letters would be found <\/p>\n
by grandchildren, no stories of spectacular<\/p>\n
losses and unlikely saves would be told
\nby parents anxious to relive their glory days.
\nThere would be no glory days, just an endless<\/p>\n
blue sky, which, if unchanging, might as well be <\/p>\n
grey, or no sky at all. Without darkness,
\nthere is no way to conceptualize light.
\nRegardless, I know that I have loved<\/p>\n
every moment with you to its fullest. No overlay <\/p>\n
of memory could color you sweeter.
\nNo poem can explain the way it feels
\nto lay my head against your ribcage <\/p>\n
and fall asleep to the symphony of your breath.<\/p>\n
I believe that every other light only reflects
\nyour glow, that you are the sun in a world
\nof moons, a brightness from which I can find<\/p>\n
no shadow. You do not make a good story,<\/p>\n
but you are the reason I keep writing,
\nkeep breathing, keep believing that love
\nis more than a plot device, more than a star <\/p>\n
that falters and dies, waiting to fall over the horizon. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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