song of love

to think of how much they had loved
through the fights
arguments and heated words,

like the aftermath of a holocaust
clinging to the remains
despite the ugliness and hurt,

to think that i might have learned
how not to love
how not to hurt
how not to touch.

but oh like an island
lost in myself
amidst the distant cooing
of birds,

the rain, cloud, and earth.

to think that I might have learned
something from their song of love.

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