Infinite Love

I look for That Love

Constantly

In places and in things

In creases of books

And nooks of cafes

In pieces of puzzles

In the widow's peek

Of a longing widow

Looking for That Love

to comb her hair

 

And I try to love myself

In that same way

Because That Love 

Felt boundless

It felt infinite

 

 

 

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