Love Is When Nothing Remains
My experience of love is contingent upon what’s stripped away —
not on what’s added up.
The amount of time.
The layers of meaning.
The stories amassed.
Nah.
Seeing through lies.
The stories that die.
The dissolving of matter and meaning.
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