Why Only One Day

I was a fool
to love you
from the start.

A thought made
absolute by my
insistence upon
continuing to love you
long after the end come.

But it meant enough
just to love at all.

So maybe I’m a fool,
but I have known love.

And it is hard
to feel badly
about that.
If I could only be a fool one day out of the year, I feel like my life would be a lot easier. Happy Poetry month, internet!


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