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Alex wished me love,
always,
after expressing the need for freedom.
I grieved tears,
but still,
asked the world for Alex,
or Better.
When feeling detached,
I could receive Alex,
in abundance –
On the couch,
my bed,
their son’s Spider-Man sheets.
When weeks went by without hearing from Alex,
I received Better –
attention,
affection,
respect from a lover.
Better wanes,
of course,
from lack of definition,
threatening to tilt scales back toward Alex.
Now,
I know Better,
and that’s all I ask for –
To fill gaps of space with the love they wished for me.
Thank you, Alex, for Better.
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