When the poet beats [to] love …

Beating love ain’t a question of a battle or a 

fight.

Beating love is much more a beat of a heart:

apart and separate from the being you

like, and then amazingly 

connect with 

in such a sudden 

spurt of 

this 

blinding energy.

And so when the poet learns this lesson of 

love lost, the cost is small compared to the reality:

for in truth I did know you

so very little,

but in truth – for the rest of my life – I will

need no 

one else.

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