it doesn’t matter how much time you’ve spent with a person.

what matters is that when you wake up,
you realize that you’re more in love.

and when you finally decide to get up,
you grow and go deeper in love.

and when the moon sets and the sun is up,
you fall more and more in love.

and maybe someday when you stand up,
you’re in the same room with the one you love.

 

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originally written for NaPoWriMo Day 25: Anaphora.
First wrote a sad poem for this prompt, but inspiration hit me, and this came out.