Why is love so much

more bitter than death?

a pill on my tongue

that never dissolves, digs

into my taste buds

with searing teeth

death holds in its

tendriled fingers the promise

of an end, the

sacred truth of finality

but love is a resurrection,

sporadic and unknown

and rarely complete,

Lazarus with splints

on his calloused and

bloodied hands

why is love so much

more bitter than death?

because love can die many times,

but it can never die

more times than

it is born

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Taken from “Making my Amends to the Dead”, available on Amazon.