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Love as Wind-Tossed Paper

December 7, 2012
“I love you,” she said.“You don’t even like me,” I said.

the recipe for the perfect argument

worth its furry

both of us wrong.

.

beautiful lovers,

short-lived friends—

no heart to be an enemy

but sometimes i wish

.

passing glance

subdued by passion spent

long ago that brought

the blindness of fools

.

that cannot hide us

from daylight

the not-quite lies

now illuminated, I can’t bear to see

we squint, grasping for

the word that makes us win

.

hollow prizes

with hands coming up empty

why won’t she listen

why can’t he hear

.

“If I didn’t love you…” I say.

“If you really loved me…” she says.

Copyright © 2013 Clarence White

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Tami S. permalink
    December 17, 2012 3:29 pm

    Except in the knowing that we have loved,

    love yes,

    can feel at times like wind-tossed paper.

  2. January 4, 2013 7:07 am

    we have an old love
    one that we can be sure of
    seeing every day

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