The last time we were together, I remember thinking that I could write an entire book about how much I love you and I didn’t care if you saw it or not.
The breaking of a heart. An immense underground water. Going on even when you were not here, even when you said it doesn’t work. This is the testament to actual immense loves that people carry through their years, lives, schedules. That maybe it was a mistake writing about war and keeping an eye out on dangerous horizons always. Ana who had lived through a real one, she always vouches for the love poem. She vouches for the pear and that you should sit down and eat one in her oma’s garden. That is what is needed. A wanted sign…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, July/August 2023