Perhaps

Perhaps it is the length of days,
and counting,
where time becomes a sound
and weight,
of waiting,
for had I not before?
been listening,
perhaps I would have heard,
the hearing,
for all the things I’ve said,
for saying,
perhaps it was he loved,
so simply,
for love requires not,
a reason,
when love, it knows no reasoning.

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