I love you, I said.
Always and all ways, I said.
It was lost on him.
It was not my loss.
Twas his, to keep or let go.
There was no limit.
The limit is his.
Limits on love, on kindness.
Limiting his world
To a dark, small space.
He thinks he’s safe, but demons
hide there too, waiting.
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These are brilliant. Each one of them. I really liked the first and the last one.
Thank you for sharing. 🙂
Thank you so much!