Creative Corner: Love Is
not the vase of water, nor the flowers
held close around its lip. It is the frost
blossoming on your window, the hours
it takes for a candle to weep. What’s lost
is merely daylight. Each star a pinhole
camera capturing what you meant to
say over the phone before a pause, whole
notes of a song you were sure you knew,
couldn’t remember as it entered
your ears. Though far away, the roads weave us
together. I am a reminder
wound on the finger. A belief in trust
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