Love can be
such a lonely thing
in seeming or in
its being
One never knows
for sure how far
it truly reaches
between moments
between flashes
beacons of personal spaces
(ebbing in middle distance)
Even the word itself
never a shared focus
unique in pensive quandaries
blurred and blurring
moments, leaning
on alien assumptions
blurted at each other
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