There is a poem I love, by Ollie O’Neill, called Everyone I Love is Capable of Dying: Everyone I love is capable of dying and I am in love with this fact, how unflinching it is, how lucky I am to be able to prepare for at least one abandonment. Nothing is sexier than the prospect of being left, and the dead do leaving so well. Love’s appeal is in

Royal Heart

Andrea Gibson

You will never be let down by anyone
more than you will be let down
by the one you love most in the world
it’s how gravity works
it’s why they call it “falling”
it’s why the truth is harder to tell
every year you have more to lose
but you can choose to bury your past
in the garden by the tulips
water it until it’s so alive
it lets go
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