twelve/twelve/twelve
Seemed like a day you could expect twelve bursts of fireworks randomly all over town & being presented with twelve stalks of the most beautiful roses each carrying a promise; twelve promises to travel through time together for twelve lifetimes.
To my dismay, it was just another passing day.
I somehow find myself still being disappointed by the ones I love, or claim to love.
The fact that it happens repeatedly doesn't amaze me, somehow.
It's how I can conjure all this angst, over & over again-
Then allowing it to diminish, then redeveloping them.
My greatest disappointment has to be my ownself.
For I feel,
for I trust,
for I yearn,
for then I cry,
and yet I try.
xx
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