issue 02

Issue 02 · poem 7

Dark Rooms

To fight or to let go

That is the question

You said love shouldn't ask me

To suffer beside you

You called it mercy

To leave me out of your grief

But I would have stood

In every dark room with you

I know this was love

Because I know so well

What love is not

We never lose love

It deepends the more we give it

We lose people

And with them

Parts of us