for the home stretch
a love poem
let's be the love that holds
through the breakdown.
let's be the love that's unafraid
to call for help from the toilet,
a love that ignores the food
stuck to our chins,
a muscle memory love
that
even after I don't know your face
still flutters
when you come in.
About the Creator
Dane BH
By day, I'm a cog in the nonprofit machine, and poet. By night, I'm a creature of the internet. My soul is a grumpy cat who'd rather be sleeping.
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