/// OUT OF STEP: I have been writing a lot of love poems lately →
And I think
It’s because
I’m still wondering
Whether I can define
What love even meansI began to toughen my skin
The night soft words
From my mothers lips
Were replaced
With the sound
Of rolling gurneys
And faint cries
From hospital waiting roomsAnd when nights became a little less…
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