ALL A BODY CAN STILL DO

Love is a many splendored,
fiercely rendered
and anything-but-soft-upended
thing. . .

So,
when the course of love is ended
its growth through every fiber
of the being
must mean
the living heart
will beat,
completely rended. . .

and all a body
can still do
is take a breath
deep to that rended heart
to fill its lungs and sing.

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