Demeter

These are all the likes and loves.
Contained in just a few short passes.
Sworn to all that dwell above,
Whispered wish love everlasting.

Notice that I didn’t notice.
Little signs could never show this.
Perhaps a smiley face or two..
or hearts for eyes that shine at you,
or hands that cup the old made new.
if nothing else let that be true.

This alone would be enough.
To grow old, alone.
To not be needed.

To have, and to hold,
forget, and grow old,
nowhere near my heart defeated.

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