My love for you is
somewhere;
My love for you is everywhere.
It's hovering in air
recycling itself
changing form,
like the way
energy changes shape.

My love for you is
leaving tiny bits of me
in all the corners of the world.
In the narrow
alleyways of Paris,
in the winding, wild rivers.

There are only a few that remain.
They are the tricky bits,
the loveliest bits.
They are the bits that make up
my tired heart and
those bits will never
be for
you.


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