You harbored love
as if it was limited,
something torn apart
by time,
to wither and bankrupt
from the inside out.
At first I wondered
if both love and
time had frozen
that long ago night
in your backyard,
dropping the sky
around you as the
earth slipped away below.
And so I waited.
Time ribboned.
You didn’t harbor love,
but hoarded it,
turning gifts into
accounts,
measuring and tallying.
And so I left,
swinging into crystalline,
blue sky.
Limitless.
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