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2021 if I am no one’s favorite song
how do I keep spinning
back to you
cause I’ve been dying to tell you we made it
now I’m just fighting all my sorries
just
please let me sit with you
while I’m crying at commercials
I want to fit to you like
the best armchair
you don’t even have to notice I’m in the room
but when I hold you again
it is the most familiar
and now even as I’m free to leave
I want to notice notice
every minute of this home
so it is something I can hold without disintegrating
spill through the walls when I am dirt
coat the holes when I am crying
I will keep holding you through the scary parts
I am no painkiller but
I will kiss you through the pain
This is love demystified. So
This is love demystified. So this is what it was all along . . .
I've lived long enough to know that this is what it all comes down to: just being there. Nothing dramatic or supernatural. No quick fixes or being a "painkiller" or having the perfect one chasing you in the rain. You untangled the mysterious mess that so many people have turned love into. But in the end it's what you succinctly captured with stunning precision:
"just
please let me sit with you
while I’m crying at commercials"
And: "holding you through the scary parts" Yes! And, most amazing of all: "I will kiss you through the pain."
Real life, beautifully expressed.
This is a beautiful love
This is a beautiful love poem---but the last three lines provide a definition of love, a practical definition, that is one of the most intense and finest that I have ever read in poetry, and I have been reading poetry for nearly forty-nine years. I am just bowled over by the beauty of those three lines. Your command of metaphor throughout the poem is excellent, and then we reach those last three lines and learn about love, not in the metaphysical sense, but in the practical, earthy sense. This poem is superb!
Starward