Don’t love you anymore
There’s a dying patient who,
has fallen in love with life
An orphan who thinks his,
parents are still alive
A soldier’s wife wanting for ,
a letter from her husband who died
A wilted flower waiting ,
for spring to arrive
We’re all so different,
but so alike
They treat you like a room ,
They visit on a random bloom
You don’t have to lose yourself for someone,
whose love comes in for no one
There are poems I’ve written
about being in love ,
and poems I’ve written
about being in pain,
It’s strange how
they all read,
exactly
- Rashi 🩷