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I don't know if love can

be a passing thing

Can you release it, like a wild bird?

And can you not look at other birds again,

wondering if yours has come home

Am I to wake up one morning and

somehow purge you from my heart?

I wonder if you could do that to me?

if you could make me a ghost, lost inbetween

time and color

Could you dig a hole deep enough to

be rid of me?

Can you make me a vessel, shipwrecked at sea...

the ocean my final grave

I don't know if one can look at a rose and

think: I do not love anymore

Love may be a bird, looking for home

But it may be Winter and that bird has

no choice but to seek refuge somewhere else