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I started writing
And I don’t know what to say
No general truths
Not even half truths come
to my mouth
And I can’t pin
any certainty
into words.

Of course,
I could tell you
How much I love you
How much I understand
And I could also tell you
That they don’t matter
And that you’re great.

I could go on
To speak
About your stupid friend
About how beauty
Lies in the eye of the beholder.

If that weren’t enough
I’d speak about
How life can be
Not perfect
Not serene
Just worth living.

But I can’t say any of that.
Not a stanza
Not a word
Not even a fucking syllable.

I’ve got no answers
No way to prove
That somehow
We make sense.

I have no future plans
No hopes keeping me alive
No target to reach
Just the thought
That in the morning
You’re waiting there for me
And I would hate to disappoint you
By not showing up.

Our asses
Are not worth 100 p
But we fed
a stray dog today.
Doesn’t that count?