March 11, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek
This Love Between Us
This love between us bloomed like a desert rose,
gorgeous in the honeyed light of autumn,
but dies now in the cold darkness of winter.
I can feel the shutting down,
your heart unwilling to open
to what you’ve never known. I used to return
to the perfect day we shared, and it’s faded like
a forgotten oil painting on a sunny attic wall.
I don’t understand the strange ways of love,
how its terror makes us run and hide
from what we most long for. And so you are
away now, on escape, while I sit here
with my empty Zoom screen and consider
how perilous, how exhilarating it is to fall.
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