the day after

love, society screams.
you are no one if you aren’t
passionately desired,
it whispers.

not the prosaic love of family
or friends, no.
a love more deep and abiding
it bellows.

i do not want that love.
i want the love that lasts
a slow steady river flowing
day after day.
love that wears away mountains
with its constant tenacity.

yet still i am sad the day after.

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