and i can’t believe

the weird thing is
that i never felt like you were all the way here yet
all the way dear
yes.
girl, Don’t Ever Doubt
i did feel you were a friend.

hell
you almost felt like a daughter
and that must be why this hurts
so.
and i can’t believe you’re gone.

it’s a constant struggle attempting to understand
why bad people happen to good souls
and how life curdles on the sweetest folks
and why Our Father wants the Angels first.

and i can’t believe you’re gone
and i almost can’t even believe you were here
and i can’t believe i couldn’t do anything
and i can’t believe you weren’t even near

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About the Author

My name is Love refers to the poetic expression of my Yoruba name. Literally it's closer to "I loved her since she was in my belly" or less crudely "I loved her since she was created". Poetic translation, "loved since conception." Which is fitting because when I love, that's how I love. This blog is a personal recounting of all the things I love, people past and present, places, things, hobbies, life.

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