Hoops for Hope

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Peace!

What Might Have Been Lost

after years of casual on and off again rotations
both on the dancefloor and in the bedroom
we decided to commit

for a while

it was a critical juncture:
your financial meltdowns necessitated my compassion
my back injury necessitated your touch

one morning you cried under my covers
and then we stood kissing for twenty six bars of a song by bon iver
while the sounds of rotating wheels foreshadowed everything to come

I tried to suck every single sadness out from your stomach
and everything kept going
hard and deep, deep and hard
as it always was with us
to no end, on either end

now: I live far away and you aren't speaking to me
twenty six bars of a bon iver song echo from my speakers
and I'm stuck wondering how it is
you believe that I could ever stop loving you