I just want to hear the truth,
I want to hear your voice and see if it cracks when you look at me,
Ages ago, you said we’d meet again when we turned 50, on the same boat we first found each other,
No matter what, you said we’d meet
I wonder if those were just convenient words,
Convenient touches, convenient love
I’m sorry, that’s unkind.
(Then again, much of this has been unkind)
Our love was not convenient,
It was difficult and effortless, expensive and priceless, painful and analgesic
It was volatile and tender, it was all I ever wanted


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