I Still Love YouI still love you, my love,
but it is a love of habit.
A knee injury that predicts rain.
Memory is an avid seducer
I write to you because I have to
Because I can't imagine life without writing to you.
I hardly know you anymore
Nor do I know who you are in love with,
Or really care.
On occasion, I ask myself
What is the nature of the obsession?
But I no longer ask
I accept it the same way I accept
my life of daily follies.
Poetry by Ashe
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Written on 2017-05-06 at 05:35
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