Muddy Valentine

Why should suddenly
those days return:
milk in the water,
a stone in the sun,

midnight walks and cupfuls
of tears, or tea—
(then beer, then  
wine, then whiskey)?

It's nothing to do
with who you are (or
were—), just that
you were there
 
with me. The hardest
truth is not that love
ends, but that
love is arbitrary.

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