Having been close to those relationships
that do last, I often wonder how,
Mutual respect is one,
mutual submission is another
Enduring lust, not just body
but soul, wanting them after
you think you cannot go on,
acceptance is a great portion
because change comes from within
not on demand.
Loving neighbors for decades
they were like one,
one passed on
the other did soon,
not knowing anything
but being with
'The one'
We live in a world apart
apart from the tactile
apart from emotion
segregated from anything
that makes us feel
its a sad world.
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