We Are Three Percent Nitrogen By Mass (Sunday)

What do I do when my love never fades
For you? For you I only have memory.
The smile of one kind face in the days of
Only one kind face. Why does love not fade?
Why can love not ease itself from today?
Why can we not lift our thinking out of
Our heads and maybe even compost it…
I would worry about the nitrogen,
Likely. I’m sure my thoughts are of released
Nitrogen, that is just more evidence
Of a recent decomposition. 

There is no another. Thoughts invaded
Now array themselves into new arrays.
There is now absence,

one has gone away.

Hand painted film

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