Last May

The day we met
he asked if I was in love.

I told him I wasn’t the loving kind.

Except I was.

I loved him.
For a morning once.
Last May.

I’m only guessing it was love.
What would I know?

But amidst my ruins,
I was invincible.

Isn’t that how love feels?

k.w

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