I loved you like a thunderstorm,
or a lonely winter lion in a long helpless rage.
I loved your heart, your smile,
your laughing parted lips.
I loved you when you were sad.
I loved you when you were away.
I loved you always and even
when you didn’t love me back.
Love came and went like a hand shake in the dark—
its part unfound in any song or secret diary,
and this is the love I fear is killing me
like sand in poison. It is speed,
a sure hand on the dart.
September 15, 2012 by m4u
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