A small bundle of wildflowers were cradled in her arms. I watched her as she got off the bus,
my heart stealing
away to whatever moment those flowers were meant for.
I breathed deeply as I passed the church gardens,
a momentary double-shot of nature and religion.
It would have to do.
I told you, last night, that in another life
I would have had your child.
These days, we take romance in shots.
Will a day come when we can no longer make room for love?
We gulp it down,
because our bodies know the answer
to that question.
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Samantha Clarke
Writer, poet and comedian, dirty commie and activist. I take SJW and feminazi as compliments. @comicwisdom on Twitter. Staff writer/researcher for Unpopular Opinion. Poetry book: The Knowing of Being Loved.
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