Love Whisperings
They say pain is an untold language,
only to be borne,
like a chip on your shoulder
embedded in the blood.
Born out of our bond,
it does not dissolve
in well-meaning questions or concerned glances.
It smells benignly,
and sits comfortably in its own forcefield
-- it is all gravity here.
It keeps me awake
as I try to make sense of the stars.
You are my clarity, the beginning
of my soul.
You hold all our worlds together,
your laughter is the sound of all that is right
in this world.
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