Leather

The gray light of morning
Falls down as our soft bodies
Listen to the calling of tears,
A calling we have chosen,
And we remember when mornings were our own,
They were easier, and somehow less.
Now our tired bodies breathe in a
Fierce love.
They will grow
Breathe the same fire for themselves
Marveling that it could exist
And we will wonder
How they did not know.

The leather that binds us will crack.
We will stand together, mostly together,
At funeral homes
And I will watch you walk away from me.
Rosy cheeks tempt rose scented views
But the evidence of life is other.
The leather that binds us will crack.
But there will always have been love.
There will always have been love.

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