Dec 7, 2020
Without you. The landscape has changed but it is clear that you were—are, a part of it. I tell myself that no love is wasted, that love I’m unable to share directly finds a way to target. It spreads through terrains, typhoons. It’s ingested and teared by another loved one, and you wipe that tear with your fingertip, and then, my love has found its home. If not this, then there is nothing. I hold on. There’s nothing else to do.
Leanne Dunic, from To Love the Coming End (via lifeinpoetry)