by Jill Chan
To be free of pain.
Is that what we all want?
Before anything else,
to be free?
And then suddenly,
we love like love
is a state of absence,
then, a piece of something
we hold
against nothing.
We praise it.
We see it in each other.
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previously published in The Camel Saloon and in Love Life Poems
from forthcoming collection, Silence
"we love like love
is a state of absence"
Yes. A wisp, a breath, smudge against a dark sky. Good poem, Jill. I like it.
Thank you, Sam! Your comment is a poem. :)
I loved those two lines as well. They shimmer.
Thank you, Beate.