Still towards the end of March
I imagine it must be hard
to be you
when there is me
incessant and dogged
in my love.
I am sorry. There is nothing
I can do.
Perhaps I should not call it love.
But I tell you this:
I love you is a 3-syllables-long time loop.
For 3-syllables worth of time,
I wait.
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